O heart of mine, keep patience! — Looking forth,
As from the Mount of Vision, I behold,
Pure, just, and free, the Church of Christ on earth,—
The martyr's dream, the golden age foretold!
And, found at last, the mystic Grail I see,
Brimmed with His blessing, pass from lip to lip
In sacred pledge of human fellowship;
And over all the songs of angels hear,—
Songs of the love that casteth out all fear, —
Songs of the Gospel of Humanity.
