What means the call to lead a mighty band,
Or in the forefront of the battle stand?
What means the call to lift thy hand and heal,
That earth the blessing of thy good may feel?
What means the call to guide the erring one?
It means to know the truth—God's work is done!
And be thy lot in mountain hut apart,
Or midst the turmoil of the city's mart,
Thou mayest prove the power of Truth today,
Reflect the perfect Mind, and turn away
From dreams of discord, sorrow, death, and sin,—
And thus the victory over error win.
O'er ocean's breast and o'er the mountains high,
Thou mayst not like the eagle proudly fly,
But thy true self can burst the bands of space,
And see all hearts united in Love's grace.
Aye, pierce the mortal mask that hides the real:
Unclose thy heart—let Truth all good reveal!
