There's a wideness in this Science,
Like the wideness of the sea.
There is room in its blest harbor,
Room for you and room for me.
For in Truth there is no error.
And in Life there is no death;
And the Soul can sin, no never,—
It is spiritual breath.
Love is all that moves us onward,
To the thought of Good sublime;
May its path be ever forward,
Till all see the perfect time.
