Amidst the realms
of mortal soul,
betwixt the helms
of lust and goal,
Burns bright a flame,
unquench'd, undimm'd:
an essence tame,
of purity limn'd.
And e'en the least
of mankind made,
after the beast
or lost and stray'd,
May feel the flame,
in sating sign,
of Him whose name
doth fore'er shine.
For by burn'd breast,
in witness giv'n,
the mind is blest
of God in heav'n,
To know and see
with untrain'd eye,
the breadth of science,
the width of why.
. . . .
scientiaspirituanimo
