When thought is pure it rings as true
As faithful friend and honor do.
Like music clear in ocean shells;
Like innocence, in children dwells;
With utter charm forever new.
It matters not—nor Greek, nor Jew;
From far or near, from throng or few—
The listening ear so truly tells
When thought is pure.
By holding courage close to you,
And claiming all of Love in lieu
Of fear, you prove that Mind dispels
All else. Then 'midst the chiming bells
His holy purpose comes to view—
When thought is pure.
