We walk the earth as pilgrims, For here is not our rest, Our home is that condition Where peace hath made men blest,— The kingdom of the Spirit Where Life hath conquered sin, Where Light dispels the evil, And Love makes all men kin. We have passed through the waters The floods of whelming fear, And all our old task-masters Pursued but came not near; Though Marah's pools were bitter The waters were made sweet, And when we failed for hunger From heaven hath fallen meat.
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