Unto our mortal sense of error,
Daily as we die,
Our consciousness of Christ is clearer,
And Eternity.
Just as we leave our mortal moorings
On the upward path,
Just so do we receive inpourings
Of immortal faith,—
That faith that leads to power and glory,—
"Ye shall know," He said,
Destroying shadows transitory,
Free and unafraid,—
That Science which alone hath power
Being to control.
Awake! Arise! and claim thy dower:
Man's birthright is in Soul.
