Earth Changes, But Thy Soul And God

God Is The Perfect Poet.

Lost, Lost! One Moment Knelled The Woe Of Years.

Out Of Your Whole Life Give But A Moment! All Of Your Life That Has Gone Before, All To Come After It, -so You Ignore, So You Make Perfect The Present, Condense, In A Rapture Of Rage, For Perfection's Endowment, Thought And Feeling And Soul And Sense.

There Is An Inmost Center In Us All, Where Truth Abides In Fullness;....and, To Know, Rather Consists In Opening Out A Way Where The Imprisoned Splendor May Escape, Then In Effecting Entry For A Light Supposed To Be Without.

Let's Contend No More, Love, Strive Nor Weep: All Be As Before Love, - Only Sleep.