Borne in upon my mind this restful thought,
Amid the whirl and chaos, error-wrought,
That, come what may,
In night or day,
Slowly or fast,
Nothing but Truth can last.
" But what is false? "I cried, "and what is true? "
Then came the answer back, so plain I knew:
" Naught 's true but Love!
Since God above
Is Love and Light,
Who seeks, shall find the right."
We, God's ideas, are but of Him a part,—
Are but the pulses of His all-great heart.
When we can be
At enmity
With falsehood, sin,
Shall Heaven for us begin.
