Doth want and woe thy path attend?
Art weary, sad, without a friend?
Dear heart, from mortal dreams arise,—
Only God's likeness satisfies.
Seek not for ease or selfish gain;
Let truth and justice ever reign,
Thy life with unselfed love abound,—
Thus Love's supply is always found.
With wisdom meet thy brother's need;
Thy thought to worthy effort speed,
Sustained by motives pure as gold,—
Thy brother's good thine own must hold.
Nor height nor depth nor wind nor sea
E'er stays the good Love sendeth thee,
Since good doth dwell in life refined,
In service pure, in perfect Mind.
