Couldst thou but know the hallowed peace,
The heavenly gladness in the heart,
When Truth's ennobling power doth start,
And beetling storms of error cease:
Wouldst thou arise to holier plane,
Depart from pathways of the past,
And break false fetters binding fast
Each erring thought that seems a chain?
Ah, wouldst thou not awinged ascend
To meet the wondrous light revealed,
And all thy empty selfhood yield,
Then to Love's will in meekness bend?
Thus mayst thou see, with vision pure,
The Life divine so near to thee,—
Couldst thou again an earth-child be,
Couldst thou a worldly thought endure?
Oh, let thy inward eyes unclose,
And waken from the mortal dream:
How vain all that to sense may seem,
Eternal all that Science shows!
