UPON the wreckage of thy yesterday
Design the structure of tomorrow. Lay
Strong corner stones of purpose, and prepare
Great blocks of wisdom, cut from past despair.
Shape mighty pillars of resolve, to set
Deep in the tear-wet mortar of regret.
Work on with patience. Though thy toil be slow,
Yet day by day the edifice shall grow.
Believe in God—in thine own self believe.
All that thou hast desired thou shalt achieve.
Our Souls.
OUR souls should be vessels receiving
The waters of love for relieving
The sorrows of men.
For here lies the pleasure of living:
In taking God’s bounties, and giving
The gifts back again.
The Law.
WHEN the great universe was wrought
To might and majesty from naught,
The all creative force was—
Thought.
That force is thine. Though desolate
The way may seem, command thy fate.
Send forth thy thought—
Create—Create!
Knowledge.
WOULD you believe in Presences Unseen—
In life beyond this earthly life? BE STILL:
Be stiller yet; and listen. Set the screen
Of silence at the portal of your will.
Relax, and let the world go by unheard.
And seal your lips with some all-sacred word.
Breathe “God,” in any tongue—it means the same;
LOVE ABSOLUTE: Think, feel, absorb the thought;
Shut out all else; until a subtle flame
(A spark from God’s creative center caught)
Shall permeate your being, and shall glow,
Increasing in its splendor, till, YOU KNOW.