KNOX LITTLE
“Who heeds not how the lower gusts are working,
Knowing that one sure wind blows on above,
And sees beneath the foulest faces lurking
One God-built shrine of reverence and love.
Who feels that God and Heaven’s great deep are nearer
Him to whose heart his fellow-man is nigh.
Who does not hold his soul’s own freedom dearer
Than that of all his brethren, low or high.
Who to the right can feel himself the truer
For being gently patient with the wrong,
Who sees a brother in the evil-doer,
And finds in Love the heart’s blood of his song.”
Knowing that one sure wind blows on above,
And sees beneath the foulest faces lurking
One God-built shrine of reverence and love.
Who feels that God and Heaven’s great deep are nearer
Him to whose heart his fellow-man is nigh.
Who does not hold his soul’s own freedom dearer
Than that of all his brethren, low or high.
Who to the right can feel himself the truer
For being gently patient with the wrong,
Who sees a brother in the evil-doer,
And finds in Love the heart’s blood of his song.”
LOWELL
“Many who talk loudly of progress and the perfectibility of the human race do not see the beauty and worth of every human soul, even in the midst of its utmost ignorance or bondage to sin.”
From Catherine of Siena
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