Along the path that measures time
We move in grooves which Mind evolves,
And mirror forth a life sublime
If guided by divine resolves.
We trace the warp and woof of thought
Which forms the tapestry of Mind,
And in the tracing Truth is caught,
Which is the Life of all mankind.
Among the becks that feed the sea
Is found the pure and crystal stream,
Which like some new-born Truth to thee
Will far outshine the diamond's gleam.
The universe of teeming thought
That people realms within the Mind,
Is by the inward conscience caught
And through expression is defined.
The outward form of transient things
That please the eye and lull the sense,
Are sources from which sorrow springs
And have for man no recompense.
There is an inward voice of Soul
Which lifts the hopes of man on high,
Where garnered safe within his goal
Besides the Good which cannot die.
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