Charles Péguy- a poet of Hope

If it were from limpid days that she made limpid days. 

If it were with souls, with clear water that she made her springs. 

From clear water that she made clear water. 

If it were from pure souls that she made pure souls, 

Heavens, that would be nothing. 

Anyone can do as much. 

And there wouldn't be any secret to it.

But it's from sullied water, old water, stale water. 

But it's from an impure soul that she makes a pure soul 

and that's the most beautiful secret in the whole garden of the world.