In cause and city great, a jurist great,
For every mother’s child a kindly heart;
Stern Justice he would join to Mercy’s art,
For sire and son, a vision high create;
For all the hopeless ones the path elate.
Ah, future generations will he start,
Through children now, to choose the better part,
And trustful follow Him immaculate.
Hark ye, to Christ’s own playful lambs astray,
Who reach the desert place and jungle deep;
From city slum, and far off mountain steep,
They call and plead for everlasting day—
Not bitter night, but some untrodden way,
No matter how they play, nor wide their sweep.