old poem by ?
 

Tis true my form is something odd,
But blaming me is blaming God;
Could I create myself anew
I would not fail in pleasing you.
If I could reach from pole to pole
Or grasp the ocean with a span,
I would be measured by the soul;
The mind's the standard of the man.

Isaac Watts, who wrote the hymns "Joy to the World" and "O God, Our Help in Ages Past". Thank you for sharing that! Lots to ponder there.