Of those whom sight knows and whom memory.
Those elder brothers on that farther shore,
Risen higher than we in wisdom and in lore,
Send messages of knowledge and of love;
But know we well that these come from above!
For angels’ wisdom to the earth descends,
And each fresh hour some bright, fresh wisdom sends;
Each day some wonder of new lore displayed,
Each year man’s mind with triumph new arrayed.
Can mouldering relics, or can fossiled creeds,