I
God's kingdom triumphs not "with observation,"
With Pharisaic classifying-care,
With smug opinion pigeonholing nation
And personality, "Lo here, lo there,"
Until from elevated seat of scorn
Our self-assured surveying gains the whole
Far world in proud appraisal and, forlorn,
We lose our basic unity with Soul.
But we must use this world of tumult-stress
As monitor to show each local fault
That lurks in our own thought, for we can bless,
Renew, transform, co-ordinate, exalt
The outer scene, only if we begin
At self-correction's focal point within.
II
Then let each proving ground be focal station
Where love for God and love for man unite—
A point where each triumphant demonstration
Shines forth in power, active with delight,
A point at which complete dominion stands
Aligned and held and centered in God's poise,
And where appreciation's view expands
Into a full circumference of joys.
Thus all of good, in far unfoldment wrought,
Is for each worker's heritage designed,
And thus each inner victory of thought
Goes forth impartially to bless mankind,
Till each with all, and all with each, can share
God-governed reciprocity of prayer.
