Whole, joyous, free, the real man never dwells
In dreams of sickness, sorrow, sin, or crime,
Nor lives imprisoned in material cells,
A captive selfhood serving sense and time.
When good is proved the real, the sick are healed;
And freed from self, the sinning are forgiven.
False sense dissolves when Truth is here revealed;
Forever free, man knows the bliss of heaven.
Emancipate and guided by Love's rod,
The perfect man is pure, and thou art he!
As infinite idea, the son of God,
Immortal man reflects infinity.
