Dost thou through matter hope to gain
The bliss that only Love can give?
O friend, thy labor is in vain:
Awaken thou, and learn to live!
The broad expanse of Love's blue skies
Awaits each upward soaring heart:
O'er mist of worldly purpose rise,
From error's dark illusions part!
For Truth thy lasting strength shall be,
Thy joy and hope, thy fountain pure;
And all that erring sense doth see
Give place to all that shall endure.
Truth gives no scanty recompense
To yield the false, accept the true:
None would e'er cling to dreams of sense
If e'en a glimpse of Truth he knew.
Not what thine eyes e'er may behold—
'Tis what thy heart doth comprehend;
Truth lifts the veil of ages old,
And shows the blessings Love doth send!
