Hallelujah.....................................

Where is one that, born of woman, altogether can escape
From the lower world within him, moods of tiger, or of ape?
    Man as yet is being made, and ere the crowning Age of ages,
Shall not aeon after aeon pass and touch him into shape?

All about him shadow still, but, while the races flower and fade,
Prophet-eyes may catch a glory slowly gaining on the shade,
    Till the peoples all are one, and all their voices blend in choric
Hallelujah to the Maker 'It is finish'd. 

   Man is made.' 

-Alfred, Lord Tennyson,  The Making of Man