 | Poems and dramas of George Cabot Lodge |  |
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“I am the Way, the Life, the Truth!” he said.—Deep in the soul of every man alway
There is a voice that says, “I am the Way;
I am the Life, the Truth, the Living Bread!”
And whoso hearkens he is comforted:
Well he discerns the Paraclete is there,
The Soul of Truth, the Christ, the Comforter,
Who, tho' the mortal dies, is never dead.
He is within us all, whom we have sought:
The Way, the Life, the Truth, the Paraclete,
The soul, who ranges with resplendent feet,
Silent and swift, from peak to peak of thought;
He is the Lord for whom the task is wrought;
He is the Lover whom we haste to meet! ...
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