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,