In every soul of all mankind Somewhat of Christ I find, Somewhat of Christ -- and thee; For in each one there surely dwells That something which most surely spells Life's immortality. Beclouded oft, and oft obscure, In peril oft of forfeiture, And lost in many a plicature, Yet in each one there is Such hope of soul-recoveries, Such grace of soul-discoveries, That in each life the seed there lies Of high immortal destinies. And so, for love of Christ -- and thee, I will not cease to seek and find, In all mankind, That hope of immortality Which dwells so sacramentally In Christ -- and thee. |