In every meanest face I see
A perfected humanity;
All men, though brothers of the clod,
Bear promise of the sons of God.
No human ore that does not hold
A precious element of gold;
No heart so blackened and debased
But has for Him some treasure chaste.
In every meanest face I see
A perfected humanity;
All men, though brothers of the clod,
Bear promise of the sons of God.
No human ore that does not hold
A precious element of gold;
No heart so blackened and debased
But has for Him some treasure chaste.
A perfected humanity;
All men, though brothers of the clod,
Bear promise of the sons of God.
No human ore that does not hold
A precious element of gold;
No heart so blackened and debased
But has for Him some treasure chaste.
In every meanest face I see
A perfected humanity;
All men, though brothers of the clod,
Bear promise of the sons of God.
No human ore that does not hold
A precious element of gold;
No heart so blackened and debased
But has for Him some treasure chaste.