Man is more than constitutions.

Children have neither past nor future - they rejoice in the present.

So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn Which once he wore; The glory from his gray hairs gone For evermore!

For still the new transcends the old In signs and tokens manifold; Slaves rise up men; the olive waves, With roots deep set in battle graves!

Leaning on Him, make with reverent meekness His own thy will.

I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.

With our sympathy for the wrongdoer we need the old Puritan and Quaker hatred of wrongdoing; with our just tolerance of men and opinions a righteous abhorrence of sin.