Canto CXXIX

O living will that shalt endure

      When all that seems shall suffer shock,

      Rise in the spiritual rock,

Flow thro’ our deeds and make them pure.

That we may lift from out the dust

      A voice as unto him that hears,

      A cry above the conquer'd years

To one that with us works, and trust

With faith that comes of self-control

      The truths that never can be proved

      Until we close with all we loved,

And all we flow from, soul in soul.