With thought wide open to error's sea
Is heard the billow's roar.
While Truth's unbroken harmony
Rolls on its peaceful shore.
Closed to the din of wrong without
Is felt the peace within,
Whose childlike innocence awaits
The heart that turns from sin.
Then blossoms grow that never fade,
Thoughts pure and sweet and true.
The sun of Life can never set
On hopes by Truth made new.—
