Oh, lift thine eyes! Behold, the gentle dove
Outspreadeth o'er thy home her soft white wings.
In steadfast faith raise, then, thy thought above
The mortal sense, to rest on holy things;
And take the gift thy God would have thee prove:
Oh, lift thine eyes to Love!
Let not the mists of earth bedim thy sight,
Nor hide from thee a while the upward way!
Look up, dear heart; Truth's tender, guiding light
Will lead thee onward to the perfect day;
Through lens of Science, Love to all hath given
The golden light of heaven.
