Though Being is but one, within its scope
It takes on countless forms, ascending still
To higher harmonies, where new fields ope
To higher beauties and to brighter hope;
As music's octaves rise, progressive will
Ascends from sphere to sphere, thro' endless range;
The higher motion makes each sphere to thrill
With higher Life and glories new and strange,
Perfection nearing through an everlasting change.
36.
"Is this the lot of all?" some one may ask;
"If so, how can there be the room for each
To thus unfold eternally and bask
In glory e'er increasing, with the task
Of guiding all in such a boundless reach?"
Do my thoughts clash with yours, or yours with mine?
Have you not room to think, and act, and teach,
Because the world is full of thoughts that shine
In other brains or firmaments, which them enshrine?
37.
In spirit, there is room enough to think;
The mental realm has no material bound;
To space there is no all-confining brink,
Or wall of adamant against which clink
The thoughts of men and useless fall to ground;
Yet thoughts are things substantial as the rock,
But only tho'ts from higher source are crowned
Supreme and lasting; these, as real, knock
Against our weaker conscious being, shock on shock.
38.
Well the psychologist knows how he can
Create what seem material things unto
The sensitive whom he controls, and plan
Surroundings real to him as God's to Man;
His thoughts, more positive, come into view
As actual objects to the subject's mind;
So in our little realm, by law as true
As Life, our consciousness is all confined,
And we behold God's thoughts in matter's form designed.
39.
We nothing add and nothing do we take
By our unfolding, which but changes what
Already has existence, as we wake
From our unconscious state and slowly shake
The sleep of ages from our eyes, our lot
To find ourselves upon a higher plane
Of active life, which we had heeded not,
Because we had not risen yet, through pain,
Unto the higher level it was ours to gain.