which marks the human aspiration of pilgrims who come together, and breathes something of the life of the kingdom to come.
O life that makest all things new,
The blooming earth, the thoughts of men:
Our pilgrim feet, wet with thy dew,
In gladness hither run again.
From hand to hand the greeting flows,
From eye to eye the signals run,
From heart to heart the bright hope glows;
The seekers of the light are one:
One in the freedom of the truth,
One in the joy of paths untrod,
One in the soul's perennial youth,
One in the larger thought of God:
The freer step, the fuller breath,
The wide horizon's grander view,
The sense of life that knows no death -
The life that maketh all things new!