We find within these souls of ours
Some wild germs of a higher birth, 30
Which in the poet's tropic heart bear flowers
Whose fragrance fills the earth.

Within the hearts of all men lie
These promises of wider bliss,
Which blossom into hopes that cannot die, 35
In sunny hours like this.

All that hath been majestical
In life or death, since time began,
Is native in the simple heart of all,
The angel heart of man. 40

And thus, among the untaught poor,
Great deeds and feelings find a home,
That cast in shadow all the golden lore
Of classic Greece and Rome.

O, mighty brother-soul of man. 45
Where'er thou art, in low or high,
Thy skyey arches with, exulting span
O'er-roof infinity!

All thoughts that mould the age begin
Deep down within the primitive soul, 50
And from the many slowly upward win
To one who grasps the whole.