Frederick William Faber - Socrates lyrics

Thou, mighty Heathen, wert not so bereft Of heavenly helps to thy great-hearted deeds, That thou shouldst dig for truths in broken creeds, 'Mid the loose sands of four old empires left. Motions and shadows dimly glowing fell On thy broad soul from forms invisible. With its plain grandeur, simple, calm, and free, What wonder was it that thy life should merit Sparkles of grace, and angel ministry, With jealous glimpses of the world of spirit? Greatest and best in this--that thy pure mind, Upon its saving mission all intent, Scorned the untruth of leaving books behind, To claim for thine what through thy lips was sent.