Through Humanity look upward,—­
  Alter ye the olden plan,—­
Look through man to the Creator,
  Maker, Father, God of Man! 
Shall imperishable spirit
  Yield to perishable clay? 
No! sublime o’er Alpine mountains
  Soars the Mind its heavenward way!

Deeper than the vast Atlantic
  Rolls the tide of human thought;
Farther speeds that mental ocean
  Than the world of waves o’er sought! 
Mind, sublime in its own essence
  Its sublimity can lend
To the rocks, and mounts, and torrents,
  And, at will, their features bend!

Some within the humblest floweret
  “Thoughts too deep for tears” can see;
Oh, the humblest man existing
  Is a sadder theme to me! 
Thus I take the mightier labour
  Of the great Almighty hand;
And, through man to the Creator,
  Upward look, and weeping stand.

Thus I take the mightier labour,
  —­Crowning glory of His will;
And believe that in the meanest
  Lives a spark of Godhead still: 
Something that, by Truth expanded,
  Might be fostered into worth;
Something struggling through the darkness,
  Owning an immortal birth!

From the Genesis of being
  Unto this imperfect day,
Hath Humanity held onward,
  Praying God to aid its way! 
And Man’s progress had been swifter,
  Had he never turned aside,
To the worship of a symbol,
  Not the spirit signified!

And Man’s progress had been higher,
  Had he owned his brother man,
Left his narrow, selfish circle,
  For a world-embracing plan! 
There are some for ever craving,
  Ever discontent with place,
In the eternal would find briefness,
  In the infinite want space.

If through man unto his Maker
  We the source of truth would find,
It must be through man enlightened,
  Educated, raised, refined: 
That which the Divine hath fashioned
  Ignorance hath oft effaced;
Never may we see God’s image
  In man darkened—­man debased!

Something yield to Recreation,
  Something to Improvement give;
There’s a Spiritual kingdom
  Where the Spirit hopes to live! 
There’s a mental world of grandeur,
  Which the mind inspires to know;
Founts of everlasting beauty
  That, for those who seek them, flow!

Shores where Genius breathes immortal—­
  Where the very winds convey
Glorious thoughts of Education,
  Holding universal sway! 
Glorious hopes of Human Freedom,
  Freedom of the noblest kind;
That which springs from Cultivation,
  Cheers and elevates the mind!

Let us hope for Better Prospects,
  Strong to struggle for the night,
We appeal to Truth, and ever
  Truth’s omnipotent in might;
Hasten, then, the People’s Progress,
  Ere their last faint hope be gone;
Teach the Nations that their interest
  And the People’s good, ARE ONE.