Betwixt two seas we stand,
One is on either hand,—
Matter and Soul.
One is the sea of naught;
The other's Life is caught
From Mind, the whole.
Between two thoughts we live.
One from our Lord doth give
Freedom sublime.
The other, from His foe,
Comes with all mortal woe,
And stings of time.
Between two worlds we move.
One from the Real doth prove,
One from the dust.
In Spirit if we bide,—
Not to the unreal tied,—
We safely trust.
Between the earth and sky,
A trillion insects ply
Their daily task.
So men may toil in sin;
Or they may soar, and in
God's sunlight bask.
