When man shall understand, and own as mortal,
The illusive shadows of this changing dream,
There shall be opening of the heavenly portal
And lifting of the loads that weighty seem.
There shall be lifting up of hearts in praises,
And eyes alight with joy to Life and Love;
And making straight the crooked paths and mazes,
And steadfast forward steps to Truth above.
For though the human sense may speak of trouble,
Standing aghast at this world's want and woe,
Truth with her light shows them an empty bubble,
Gone in a flash when one has learnt to know
In stillness God, the perfect Father-Mother,
His love to comfort, power to save and guide,
His wisdom recognize as all—no other
In His creation vast, and none beside.
No longer clamorous mortal mind persisting
Shall bid us drink of sorrow's bitter cup,
Or speak of pain; we will arise, resisting
The lie. In Truth there shall be lifting up.
