Art thou a seeker for harmonious day?
Pale pearls the twilight in the quiet skies,
The clouds dissolve, and plainer grows the way,
As Love's clear vision meets the longing eyes.
Hast thou to meet the chastisement of scorn,
Which seeks to injure through material sense?
Arise betimes, as one who, heaven-born,
Wieldeth the weapons of omnipotence.
Wouldst thou be strong to touch the closed eyes
And watch, the veil fall powerless away?
Live in the strength which only God supplies,
Searching no farther for a future day.
Speak of the Spirit, not from chance or choice
But as necessity of what ye see;
Let the true tone of Love's immortal voice
Fall as sweet music with thy ministry.
Healing and saving, self alone subdued,
Dreading no pitfall, seeking not a prize,
Losing the earth, and with the truth imbued,
Watch ye and pray, and so be satisfied.
