O WANDERER in a foreign land,
In mortal mind's domain,
What art thou seeking? Rest and peace?
Alas! thy search is vain.
O wanderer, thy footsteps turn!
Turn toward a kingdom fair,
Whose Ruler is the Mind Divine,—
Sweet rest awaits thee there.
The way? Ah, yes, there is but one,
Love is the faithful guide;
Truth lights the narrow pathway bright;
Life guards, whate'er betide.
Within the realm of perfect Mind
That fills infinity.
Rest, peace and harmony thou'lt find.—
Gifts of Divinity.
This kingdom fair is thine own home,
Thy Father's rich bequest;
Thy wanderings cease, thy birthright claim,
And be forever blessed.
