Think not that hope deep buried in the heart
Is helpless, even dead, or has no part
In Love's completeness. Watered from the spring
Of Spirit, hope remains a living thing.
For that which lives is born of God. It grows
Till slender tendrils clasp firm faith, where glows
This clear conviction: peace is found at length
Through understanding God, through proven strength.
Awakened mankind waits for Mind's direction,
Sees man already perfect—God's reflection;
Cherishes pure desire that truths abide,
While hope, faith, proofs, are unified.
