In every meanest face I see A perfected humanity; All men, though brothers of the clod, Bear promise of the sons of God. No human ore that does not hold A precious element of gold; No heart so blackened and debased But has for Him some treasure chaste. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHARLIE MACHREE by WILLIAM JAMES HOPPIN THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 19. SILENT NOON by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SMOKE IN WINTER by HENRY DAVID THOREAU THAT GENERAL UTILITY RAG, BY OUR OWN IRVING BERLIN by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE MESSENGER by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PSALM 126 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |