CARDINAL NEWMAN.
“To the last I never recognized the hold I had over young men.”—Apologia pro Vita Sua.
“To the last I never recognized the hold I had over young men.”—Apologia pro Vita Sua.
NO more the sun may know the strength it hathTo stir the bark in spring with quickening blood:No more a storm controlleth its great wrath,Or doleth out the measure of its flood!There is a quality of lasting youthThat knoweth not the force that gave it birth;Some souls God pointeth subtler ways of truth,As highest tribute to their lasting worth.He hath in souls like thine depositedA quenchless flame as calm and strong as dawn;Across the world thy potent fire is shed,Born of the “kindly light” that leadeth on!
NO more the sun may know the strength it hathTo stir the bark in spring with quickening blood:No more a storm controlleth its great wrath,Or doleth out the measure of its flood!There is a quality of lasting youthThat knoweth not the force that gave it birth;Some souls God pointeth subtler ways of truth,As highest tribute to their lasting worth.He hath in souls like thine depositedA quenchless flame as calm and strong as dawn;Across the world thy potent fire is shed,Born of the “kindly light” that leadeth on!
NO more the sun may know the strength it hathTo stir the bark in spring with quickening blood:No more a storm controlleth its great wrath,Or doleth out the measure of its flood!
NO more the sun may know the strength it hath
To stir the bark in spring with quickening blood:
No more a storm controlleth its great wrath,
Or doleth out the measure of its flood!
There is a quality of lasting youthThat knoweth not the force that gave it birth;Some souls God pointeth subtler ways of truth,As highest tribute to their lasting worth.
There is a quality of lasting youth
That knoweth not the force that gave it birth;
Some souls God pointeth subtler ways of truth,
As highest tribute to their lasting worth.
He hath in souls like thine depositedA quenchless flame as calm and strong as dawn;Across the world thy potent fire is shed,Born of the “kindly light” that leadeth on!
He hath in souls like thine deposited
A quenchless flame as calm and strong as dawn;
Across the world thy potent fire is shed,
Born of the “kindly light” that leadeth on!