Questions & Answers
Where shall happiness be found, In the sky or in the ground,— In the bag with money filled, Or the farm with toil tilled? Nay! for happiness supreme, God must be the solemn theme,— Love and Love's eternal Law, Ruling man with gentle awe. Peace and Hope and Truth combine, In the ancient law sublime, Making Joy and Life unite, In the Happiness of Light.
Doth the flower find the sun, Whence alone its life must come? Doth the tree-sap upward flow, Turning from earth's power below? Doth the leaflet glance above, To return God's smile of love? Doth for sunshine pine the fruit, It absorbs not from the root? Doth the forest skyward march, Like some grand cathedral arch? Doth the bee fly toward the light, Shunning darkness as its blight? Doth the ant, to higher land, Tug his mite of delved sand? Doth the bird, on rising wing, To the blue celestial sing? Doth the fount stream toward the sky, Where its watery source must lie? Doth the flame, from household hearth, Seek anew its pristine birth? Thus, oh thought, shouldst thou aspire, Toward supernal, sacred fire!
Towards thy Star, Forever turning, Let Thy light, Within me burning, Make the East Of conscious yearning; As my heart, For lovelight yearning, Feels within, The impulse burning, From the night Of error turning.
[Set to music by Irving I. Harwood, and for sale at Metaphysical College, at O.
About the globe, in never-ending round, Circles the Sun. Men talk of night and dark; He sees them not; wherever he comes 't is day.
Hast thou, from heights the Spirit hath attained, Beheld the world beneath thee, as a dream, Dissolve in nothingness,—the while its mean Desires, and meaner joys, no longer chained Thee to thyself, but, lost these limits, gained Thy universal Being? Hast thou seen All earth-forged barriers removed, till e'en God merged in thee, and thou in Him remained? Oh! weary, world-bound mind, which hath conceived God high above thee, throned, personified,— Thou shalt with sin and suffering be tried, Till of thy small beliefs thou art relieved, And faith through understanding hath perceived The Mind Immortal, real and unified.
Colored gold and red and amber, See the ripe leaves fall! Nourishing the vines that clamber O'er their brilliant pall. Not because the frost hath clutched them, Drop they to the earth; But that deeper life hath touched them, With a second birth.
Sway to and fro in the twilight gray,— This is the ferry for Shadowtown. It always sails at the end of day, Just as the darkness is closing down.
Lead , kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home,— Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet! I do not ask to see The distant scene,—one step enough for me. I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on: I loved to choose and see my path; but now, Lead Thou me on! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will: remember not past years.
When from matter I would turn, Then Thy truths I can discern. The things I see, reduced to thought, Bring out their value, which is nought.