As flowers drink in the solar rays and dew,
And in return give bloom and odors sweet,
So would I to Thy Spirit's touch prove true,
And render that return which seemeth meet;
Come, dews of grace! Great Sun, illume my heart!
That I to some sad soul may joy impart.
FATHER OF UNIVERSAL MAN
Father of Universal Man,
Where'er in this wide world he roam,