He himself was a part of all this, the great, blind, wistful soul of mankind

And there came to him a feeling which he had often had before in many different places—that he himself was a part of all this, the great, blind, wistful soul of mankind, which had been here before he was born and would be here when he was dead—still groping, yearning, struggling upward, on and on—to something distant as the sun.

And still would he be a part of it all, through the eager lives of his children.

He turned and looked at Deborah and caught the light that was in her eyes.

in His Family de Ernest Poole