Ah, friend, behind the changing scenes of life
That men call ‘Being,’ true life lies concealed
Spiritual, everlasting, infinite.
And in that life each soul doth weave its thread.
I feel afloat in spirit potencies,
That work, as in an ocean’s unseen depths,
And see revealéd all the life of men,
As wavelets on the ocean’s upturned face.
I am at one with all the sense of Life
For which men restless strive, and which to me