The poem
Two souls diverse out of our human sight Pass, followed one with love and each with wonder: The stormy sophist with his mouth of thunder, Clothed with loud words and mantled in the might Of darkness and magnificence of night; And one whose eye could smite the night in sunder, Searching if light or no light were thereunder, And found in love of loving-kindness light. Duty divine and Thought with eyes of fire, Still following Righteousness with deep desire, Shone sole and stern before her and above-- Sure stars and sole to steer by; but more sweet Shone lower the loveliest lamp for earthly feet-- The light of little children, and their love.