John Addington Symonds

Gods fade; but God abides and in man’s heart Speaks with the clear unconquerable cry Of energies and hopes that can not die.

No seed shall perish which the soul hath sown.

These things shall be! A loftier race Than e'er the world hath known, shall rise With flame of freedom in their souls, And light of science in their eyes.

Shades are we; and of shades we weave A trifling pleasant make-believe; Then pass into the shadowy night, Where formless shades blindfold the light.

She smiled, and the shadows departed; She shone, and the snows were rain; And he who was frozen-hearted Bloomed up into love again.