The Master knew no earthly habitation
But found his home in Spirit's restful realm.
Thus on the mount of holy inspiration
Or in the valley, naught could overwhelm
His sense of shelt'ring love; with constant prayer
He pierced earth's mist and saw God everywhere.
The wanderer Jacob, homeless and forsaken,
Perceived Love near when pillowed on a stone:
God's angels—sent his erring thought to waken—
Revealed the truth that where he walked alone
Th' eternal presence pure, though all unsought,
Enfolded him, although he knew it not.
To-day thought-angels, still from God descending
While ebbs and flows the transient mortal dream,
Lighten our path, the veil of error rending;
And as illusion flees, gladly we gleam
The truth that omnipresent Love is here
To quell material sense and vanquish fear.
