Who said that man immortal knows a past
Of sin, of sickness, failure, want, and woe?
Who said that yesteryear was darkest night,
Forgetting whence the tides of goodness flow?
Who thus would veil the perfect work of God,
And say that Love hath ceased to give its light;
That fair creation once in beauty dawned,
And then, alas! began to droop and blight?
We thank Thee, Father-Mother, that we know
That dreams of sense in Life have never been;
That past and present, all the future holds,
Are radiant with Thy love and free from sin;
That in this Love, this Mind, we e'er abide,
To sin and death, to change and time, unknown,
The humble servants of Thy perfect will,
Upheld in peace before Thy shining throne.
