God is the perfect poet.

“Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the …”

“RatsThey fought the dogs and killed the cats,And bit the babies in the cradles,…”

“This world's no blot for us,Nor blank; it means intensely, and means good:To fi…”

“Blot out his name, then, record one lost soul more,  One task more declined, on…”