Blest place, where God's ideas abide And sense doth ne'er hold sway; With Life replete, by Truth illumed, And set in Love alway! Built not by cunning craftsmen's art, Nor yet of stone or wood, But of pure thoughts God doth erect The consciousness of good. Heaven's harmonies are free to all Who Spirit's mansion find; In Soul's abode they safely dwell, At one with perfect Mind.
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