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 Before the dawn, obscured from sight 
 
 The restless sea awaited light 
 And turn of tides, that endless roll 
 Against earth's shores, from pole to pole. 
 When lo ! a glow and golden gleam 
 From orient o'er the sea did stream ; 
 A freshening breeze the mists dispelled 
 As toward the shore the waters swelled, 
 
 And light of day had vanquished night. 
 
 Along the beach now might be traced 
 By countless lines yet uneffaced 
 The course of waves to sight defined 
 By great and small they left behind. 
 From driftwood, the debris did range 
 To fragments curious and strange 
 Fit emblems all of what we find 
 Lodged here and there within the mind 
 When quest is by clear view replaced. 
 
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 As Surf Lines I began to sketch, 
 Lo ! myriad lines in endless stretch 
 Bewildered sight and tempted on, 
 Each craving place ere I was done. 
 Reality to reach, none needs 
 To mark where every wave recedes. 
 Reality 's the core of things 
 Of which the surf forever sings. 
 Sufficient 't is some lines to etch. 
 
 Surf is the outer show alone 
 
 Proclaiming Motion's Presence known 
 As Mind, or God, or just as Love. 
 Reflecting Love, as all above, 
 So shall our souls be saved from strife 
 Our neighbor blest be by our life. 
 No public service we can do 
 Speeds on the Good like living true. 
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 All Matter is but surf lines blown !
 
 "My aspiration mounts 
 With yearning toward some philosophic song 
 Of Truth that cherishes our daily life. " 
 
 Surf Xines 
 
 The time is out of joint ! O spite ! 
 
 That ever I was moved to write ! 
 With Church, pure reason 's in disgrace, 
 Mere understanding seeks her place. 
 The higher critic has no doubt 
 'T is time antiquity to flout. 
 The priest who 'd win the layman's thanks 
 Must fight in the agnostic ranks, 
 
 Where blindness proves old days were night 1 
 
 Now gloating o'er " Mistakes of Moses," 
 
 Men boldly follow their own noses. 
 Mistakes about Moses int'rest few 
 Few care to seek what Moses knew. 
 With thought's vast world turned upside down, 
 Thought " radical," becomes thought's crown! 
 To hostile eyes Religion's roots 
 Discredit all Religion's fruits. 
 
 That Moses had sense no one supposes!
 
 Surf Xines 
 
 The world is making progress now, 
 No one cares where but anyhow ! 
 All progress toward Religion's aim 
 Is out of favor takes the blame. 
 If men can go a million ways, 
 They joy in their confusion's daze. 
 To move without a common end 
 Is modern plan the world to mend. 
 Dissension makes a lovely row! 
 
 Authority is now below par, 
 
 " Do as you please, " man's guiding star. 
 
 Then make all others please you, too ; 
 
 Just force on them your point of view. 
 
 If child go wrong, lot him alone ; 
 
 J T is parent's fault, " Ethics " has shown. 
 
 No child e'er needs reform, of course, 
 
 But toward parent may use force, 
 And constant keep home-life ajar. 
 
 Ethics, as taught in Sunday School, 
 
 Is based upon the Golden Rule 
 That you should unto others do 
 As you would have them do to you. 
 What 's taught now under Ethics' name 
 Shows how we are to shift the blame 
 When we ourselves hap to go wrong, 
 Responsibility pass along 1 
 
 With ethics now ourselves we fool. 
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 Pure ethics turns on one word, Ought; 
 
 But what " I ought " by few is sought. 
 The conjugation used each day 
 Is, thou, he, she and you and they. 
 The scheme 's to work the other man, 
 And get from him all that one can. 
 If " You Ought," he throws back at us, 
 We need but make an ugly fuss 
 
 And leave him in his own toils caught. 
 
 Both priest and lawyer who advise 
 A course of conduct just and wise, 
 Are quickly shown they 're doing harm 
 To law's respect and Church's charm. 
 Pelf does not ask what 's right to do, 
 But wants things fixed 'twixt me and you. 
 It counts as lost each hateful day 
 In which it fails to have its way ; 
 It only wants the method nice. 
 
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 Society supplants the Church; 
 
 Out of the swim, you 're in the lurch. 
 'T was goodness, standing gave of old, 
 Now standing 's fixed by bags of gold; 
 And fashion has so set the pace 
 That thousands perish in the race. 
 The common-wealth is not the goal 
 For which the statesman stakes his soul, 
 
 Time-serving casts o'er all its smirch. 
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 The country's wealth is a fixed fact. 
 
 Let country's laws, forsooth, enact 
 How thousands (or a single one !) 
 May own what is produced by Sun. 
 The wealth is here, whose'er it is, 
 Law minds not men but business. 
 If millions have no chance, O Joy! 
 Some Croesus may give them employ, 
 
 Though soul and body should be racked. 
 
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 The man who fills his pocket fast, 
 Now claims to make his country last. 
 (By last, of course, he means endure 
 In history's light this is not sure !) 
 Ten men may make our average show 
 Far greater wealth than all lands know. 
 A tramp may on " our " riches stand 
 As one in such thrice-favored land. 
 How sophistry a spell doth cast! 
 
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 The Common-wealth, Wealth little heeds 
 Wealth has enough to meet its needs. 
 Just government consults the poor, 
 Doth punish crime, drive wolf from door. 
 Peru gave State, helped private work, 
 Permitting none fit toil to shirk. 
 The poor, light-hearted, are content 
 When they can pay for food and rent. 
 Despair breeds mobs and hideous deeds. 
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 Oft those in actual life who fail, 
 Console themselves with notion stale, 
 That worth of thought they hide within 
 Which, if but known, for them would win 
 Respect of all superior souls. 
 Deluded thus, they miss the goals 
 Which else they really might reach. 
 One lesson plainly life doth teach: 
 Apart from deeds no thoughts avail. 
 
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 Man 's but the series of his acts, 
 Nor envy can deny the facts 
 
 When by high deeds, high place is won. 
 
 To ascribe low motives to what 's done 
 
 Is envy's course toward men above. 
 
 Vain effort ! There 's no power but love 
 
 Can fortune's favors equalize. 
 
 Love bids us dif 'rences recognize ; 
 Love widens lif e ; hate lif e contracts. 
 
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 Some men, who wealth accumulate, 
 Are patriots now. In a just State, 
 That drew the line where one and all 
 Excess of wealth their own could call; 
 Who chose to work beyond that mark 
 To common-wealth would have to hark. 
 Assyrian kings monop'ly did hold 
 O'er all men made or bought or sold. 
 Isaiah foretold that empire's fate. 
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 Some will no creed but " Harmony " 
 
 And " Peace, good will 'mong men " to see. 
 
 Religion, marriage, public laws, 
 
 They find, however, full of flaws. 
 
 Should their good will to self inspire 
 
 The wish to play with lawless fire, 
 
 They '11 trample on ideals great, 
 
 On which are founded home and State, 
 And mock at faith and decency. 
 
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 The difference 'tween man and beast, 
 In things held worth, grows less and least. 
 Now, man but reasons and he thinks 
 In riddles that outvie the Sphinx. 
 From test of truth by how it works, 
 Self-willed and reckless grown, he shirks, 
 " Of conscience, duty, let 's naught hear, 
 Life's problems let us drown in beer 
 Strike up the dance, on with the feast!" 
 
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 Our senses only tell us What, 
 
 To Whence? and How? they answer not. 
 
 Sense prompts to thought, but tempts us thence, 
 
 Benumbing mind to evidence. 
 
 Vain pleasure's cup is oft adored 
 
 More than the Cup of our dear Lord ; 
 
 The prodigal's husks, more than the Bread 
 
 Bestowed by Holy Church's Head. 
 Release from care 's in revel sought. 
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 Life 's perfect when a man feels good, 
 
 It J s empty in another mood. 
 True ! effort all life better makes, 
 But think the trouble that it takes ! 
 The thoughtless way the millions go 
 Is good enough for some we know. 
 They calculate that in the lump 
 They '11 lighter feel the final bump ! 
 
 (All know this who in crowds have stood.) 
 
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 " To know the doctrine, lead the life," 
 Was Jesus' " Way " to settle strife. 
 
 Few care now, how a man may walk, 
 
 We 're interested more in talk. 
 
 Would that these " Surf Lines," traced in ink, 
 
 Might faithful " walkers " help to think 
 
 Enough to keep their footing fast, 
 
 While facing each vehement blast 
 Of doubt with which the air is rife. 
 
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 Recall how very intricate 
 
 Deep thought must be to average pate. 
 
 What at first sight he can't see through 
 
 He knocks out with a flying blow. 
 
 The greatest thoughts of greatest minds 
 
 With scorn he scatters to the winds. 
 
 Deciding what no man can know, 
 
 He puts himself in posture low, 
 On Doubt with gusto to dilate. 
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 Like hungry man who '11 not lift hand 
 His bread to take, should we demand 
 Of life and death, the mystery, 
 Without deep thinking, clear to see? 
 In such a case hunger is not, 
 Or satisfaction would be sought. 
 Inaction here would be absurd 
 Ere we had gained or creed or curd, 
 By sort of effort wisely planned. 
 
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 What man will not, he cannot know; 
 
 If set 'gainst Yes, he J ll will but No ; 
 Forever pleased just to rehearse 
 His ignorance of the universe. 
 Poor fly ! Combating all the world, 
 To his own ruin he is hurled. 
 De-struction grown his happiness 
 He wants no more, will take no less, 
 
 While passive he just waits below. 
 
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 Whoever really starts to think 
 Soon finds himself upon the brink 
 Of understanding's wrestling ground, 
 Where dialectic's toils abound. 
 In peril here of mental fog, 
 And slippery footing hi thought's bog, 
 Naught can to light and safety bring 
 But swift recourse to Reason's wing 
 To bear him o'er before he sink. 
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 A man of understanding 's good; 
 
 But be it clearly understood, 
 That what " stands under " is not all 
 That within scope of mind doth fall. 
 Mind can't stop short with what eye sees, 
 It transcends matter with ideas. 
 Material forms serve obvious ends 
 Each one of which on mind depends, 
 
 None tracing birth to matter crude. 
 
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 Who reads these lines, soon will have found 
 Much that 's on understanding's ground 
 The ground of dialectic skill 
 That all reverses at its will. 
 The Bible says not, " Let 's explain," 
 But " Let us reason " ; for 't is plain 
 That but in Reason man's power lies 
 To rise from earth and reach the skies. 
 Reason itself doth not confound. 
 
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 'T is Dialectic's twist and crook 
 That make it hard to read a book. 
 Whate'er is writ, e'en though most fit, 
 At once suggests its opposite. 
 He who a book's thought would command, 
 Must first read just to understand ; 
 The second time he glances through, 
 He 's qualified t' express his view. 
 Book's heart 's not won by casual look, 
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 By reason or unreason, man 
 
 Inevitably lives. None can, 
 But 'tween the two, or ever find 
 A choice of action for his mind. 
 By reason all is unified ; 
 Unreason order e'er denied. 
 All art and ethics rest on grounds 
 Of reason, which for aye confounds 
 
 Unreason's gropings, void of plan. 
 
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 Reason and conscience-guided will 
 O'er sense and feeling are rated, still. 
 
 Opinion floats in the unknown; 
 
 Sound logic only holds the throne. 
 
 Skilled reason views an ordered world ; 
 
 Opinion is in chaos whirled. 
 
 Oft understanding ends in doubt, 
 
 'T is reason points the sole way out, 
 And thus doth life with meaning fill. 
 
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 Not algebra is more abstract 
 To unused mind, yet all is fact. 
 To follow Reason thus is hard ; 
 She wins, not less, but more regard 
 Because she solid builds so high 
 Beyond the reach of common eye. 
 Yet all her powers we find innate 
 Within e'en minds outside the gate 
 That leads to realms of thought exact. 
 
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 Who ever thought a " possible," 
 
 Thought an abstraction, just " thought-full." 
 
 It was an empty Notion, sheer, 
 
 Wherein no substance did appear. 
 
 Who would explain the world of sense, 
 
 Yet banish metaphysic thence, 
 
 Himself involves in theories 
 
 Abstract as any he decries 
 Abstractions of ne-science, null. 
 
 Each science must come to a place 
 Where understanding cannot trace 
 A further step. Here, it assumes 
 Whate'er it needs, and then presumes, 
 Just where pure reason 'gins to act, 
 To call " Irrational " the fact 
 Of " Quantity " with which itldeals. 
 It, seemingly, nor knows nor feels 
 What thus it does to save its face ! 
 
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 For just where understanding ends, 
 'T is reason, not unreason, blends 
 With observation; whence arise 
 The thoughts that lift man to the skies; 
 While understanding waits on ground 
 That common to the beast is found 
 The ground, that is, of " common sense." 
 J T is reason, pure, gives evidence 
 Of what religion, pure, defends. 
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 Agnosticism holds this creed : 
 
 There 's naught beyond our sight to heed. 
 
 We know we 're born, we know we die, 
 
 But none can ever tell us why. 
 
 To work or play, while we have breath, 
 
 Must fill the gap 'tween birth and death. 
 
 To accept e'en life's inanities, 
 
 Rather than 'mid infinities 
 To run amuck, wins wisdom's meed ! " 
 
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 True Gnostics humbly seek, to find ; 
 Th' Agnostic 's sure he knows his mind ! 
 
 The Gnostic feels emotion high, 
 
 Agnostics know but motion dry. 
 
 The Gnostic knows God should be sought, 
 
 Agnostics know God likely 's not. 
 
 The two agree they something know, 
 
 Agnostics know what is n't so. 
 The one tastes fruit, the other, rind. 
 
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 When man opines he cannot know 
 
 That anything is really " so," 
 
 He 's caught in understandings' toils, 
 
 And all misunderstanding's broils. 
 
 We 're free to drift on thus " below," 
 
 But why feel proud that we don't know, 
 
 Since reason is at hand to teach 
 
 How we may grasp what 's beyond reach? 
 
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 To start each generation right, 
 It must begin close to the height 
 Of all attained by its forbears, 
 With many toils and many cares. 
 Else man through many a long age 
 Had but retrod thought's earliest stage. 
 Whate'er is latent in mankind 
 By education 's brought to mind 
 As starting point for higher flight. 
 
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 The records of philosophy 
 Show steady progress, lasting, free. 
 One school another would refute, 
 Yet none another can confute. 
 Each takes its course to reach its goal, 
 Philosophy includes the whole. 
 Through conflict of polarities 
 Philosophy mounts to the skies. 
 All serve, e'en when they disagree ! 
 
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 Philosophy leads us to know 
 And see in things mere outer show. 
 They, changing hourly, clearly bid 
 Us look for Being inward hid. 
 Existence presents but the outside 
 Of Essence that within doth bide. 
 Appearance, though, is no defect, 
 Since, through it, Being we detect, 
 And thus in grasp of truth may grow. 
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 Most men are sure that all is real 
 
 In what we see or touch or feel. 
 Before this Real, each hour doth show, 
 Man's body is as weak as tow. 
 This Real, though solid it may seem, 
 Thought proves is fleeting as a dream. 
 Mind 's found great truths in dreams of night 
 And untruths great in dreams of light; 
 
 That " matter " 's naught, thought doth reveal. 
 
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 God's world, as pictured to our eyes, 
 
 H. Spencer cut up jig-saw-wise. 
 Like-shape and size in graded row 
 He thought must show how all did grow ; 
 Yet, nearest thing to man 's the ant 
 They came by different lines all grant. 
 What he made out was not the Thing 
 That lives and soars on hidden wing 
 
 Man's life transcends what meets his eyes. 
 
 Our eye makes all the light we see ; 
 
 Wherever dark appears to be, 
 Darkness but shows that something 's nigh, 
 Too dense to penetrate with eye. 
 With glass we may light magnify 
 'Til light 's too coarse to let us spy. 
 Each sense such limits doth disclose, 
 That bound all man through senses knows. 
 
 Not sense, but reason, sets thought free. 
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 The mind of man conceives his world 
 As through th' abyss of space 't is hurled 
 What each man thinks, to him is true, 
 *T is so with me, and so with you. 
 The wise man only doth agree 
 To what men, plainly, all might see. 
 Might all men think twice two make four, 
 The wise man questions that no more 
 Thus wisdom's standard is unfurled. 
 
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 Man's high distinction lies in thought, 
 Thought orders all from God to naught. 
 
 Thought takes her start from things of sense, 
 
 To rise on reason's evidence. 
 
 Unless we snap the sensuous chain, 
 
 Thought spreads her wings for flight, in vain. 
 
 Once fetter thought the very least 
 
 And man can sink below the beast, 
 Which may " just know " what man 's long sought I 
 
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 The rise of thought from things of sense, 
 
 Its leap to plane of super-sense ; 
 Thought's passage to the infinite, 
 Out from the realm of things finite 
 Thus snapping chains of sense as naught 
 All this is thought, and naught but thought. 
 Who says this step thought may not take, 
 Would thus an end of thinking make 
 
 Beasts lack religion's evidence. 
 
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 No beast can men of science ape 
 In knowledge vast, that sets agape ; 
 But as to God and soul, beasts' view 
 Is high as that of learned few. 
 Proverbial 't is, extremes do meet, 
 And modern science achieves this feat. 
 He surely shows thought most profound 
 Who burrows, mole-like, underground, 
 While simple souls thought's skies still scrape ! 
 
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 From animal to man, we see 
 
 Man rise but when, as thinker, he 
 Thinks God and soul, immortal, free, 
 'Neath law, that safeguards liberty. 
 Such thoughts no beast can ever have 
 It goes as beast from birth to grave. 
 But babes may feel what reason knows 
 Though in man's thought it slowly grows 
 
 Man's sonship with the Deity. 
 
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 Some insects live that counterfeit 
 The shape of twigs whereon they sit. 
 They have evolved that strange disguise 
 To hide themselves from hungry eyes. 
 'T is but their flight that doth reveal 
 The conscious life that they conceal. 
 Can matter's laws the source disclose 
 Of Mind such wondrous cunning shows? 
 Such miracles surpass man's wit ! 
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 Materialists profess to observe, 
 Record exactly, and preserve 
 
 Just what in matter they may find ; 
 
 But, observation rousing mind, 
 
 A metaphysic they create, 
 
 Confused by contradictions great. 
 
 What they opine of How? and Whence? 
 
 Misunderstanding makes more dense ; 
 Hence their opinions constant swerve. 
 
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 Hear Spencer's test of truth in full : 
 
 " Its opposite 's unthinkable." 
 Shall mindless matter mind evolve 
 To evaporate at each revolve 
 Of matter's shell, in constant flux, 
 That ne'er to aught that lasts conducts? 
 Does that to common sense appeal 
 As it could source of mind reveal 
 
 Can reason think that reasonable? 
 
 So 
 
 Black Topsy seed of science sowed ; 
 " She was not born, she only growed." 
 
 Thus, evolution, all call " so," 
 
 Of involution, few will know. 
 
 But logic shows there 's naught evolved 
 
 Without, perforce, something 's involved. 
 
 All that 's evolved but outward shows 
 
 How involution onward goes. 
 All is involved by " Word " of God. 
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 Perpetual motion idiots seek, 
 And their inventions all prove weak ; 
 But, stretch their thought up to the skies, 
 And science bids their dream arise ! 
 Why then should science idiots scorn, 
 In whom the selfsame thought is born? 
 (If wetness mark the entire sea, 
 Why should it not in each drop be?) 
 Of motion's Mover, mind doth speak. 
 
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 Some Mover, as subject, mind must find, 
 From whom to abstract, within our mind, 
 
 The thought of motion, as predicate 
 
 And attribute of Someone great. 
 
 To make the world-clock constant go, 
 
 Someone must wind the spring, we know. 
 
 Thus evolution demands an Evolver 1 
 
 Perpetual motion is no solver 
 Of motion's problems of any kind. 
 
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 A row of rogues will each point thumb 
 
 At other, to show where blame should come. 
 
 Science views worlds like children's blocks, 
 
 Each moves because another knocks. 
 
 Who sets worlds up, wills them to fall, 
 
 Our science can't discuss at all. 
 
 The mites in cheese may find a plate 
 
 But on a cow can't speculate. 
 Who can't say " God," may be born dumb I 
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 In things mind builds by motion's " laws," 
 The conscious mind may motion cause 
 In such wise, that things seem self -moved 
 If outward source to sight 's not proved. 
 No motion can show traits of mind 
 Unless mind, somewhere, is behind. 
 All mind is cause, is positive ; 
 Effect, mud, matter, negative. 
 Right use of words, right thinking shows. 
 
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 All gravity is negative, 
 
 Mere absence of a positive. 
 If glass is dashed upon the floor, 
 There 's gravity plus something more. 
 Whene'er an object fails to sink 
 Tow'rd nadir, we're compelled to think 
 It free from force of vortex-whirl 
 (Which doth inert things " downward " hurl), 
 
 Because of something that doth live ! 
 
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 Lo ! gravitation men suspend 
 
 In lifting hand to shake with friend. 
 
 Will masters gravitation where 
 
 Man wills to lift or move a chair. 
 
 The thought of motion is abstract 
 
 Some Mover's attribute or act. 
 
 Man's work is clear, in terms of mind, 
 
 The same of God's work, thought doth find. 
 In God alone thought finds an end. 
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 Who flies the sky 's on solid ground 
 Compared with what 's in matter found. 
 
 What latest science here reveals 
 
 Is whirling vortex 'neath our heels. 
 
 Who shrinks from all that this implies 
 
 Should not presume to philosophize, 
 
 To " whence " and " why " should shut his mind, 
 
 And eat and drink and just be kind 
 A plane of life not high, but sound. 
 
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 Hear now plain Understanding's (?) creed : 
 
 In the beginning did proceed 
 A lot of electrons, bound to make 
 A Universe. Now it did take 
 One hundred thousand to make an atom 
 (By estimate have we got at 'em). 
 One trillion atoms per grain of dust 
 Then formed the dust, in which we trust 
 
 To which we turn in mortal need. 
 
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 Soon gravity and wind were there, 
 
 And with this dust it thus did fare : 
 Whole lots caught on, formed nebula I 
 The wind did blow and then tra la ! 
 They round and round were briskly whirled, 
 And from each whirl there grew a world. 
 Since moving dust involved much friction 
 (Here science fears no contradiction), 
 
 We next scent mind-stuff in the air. 
 
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 Electrons devised the telegraph, 
 
 Geometry, the phonograph. 
 They worked it by a simple plan, 
 Made atoms first, then mind-stuff, man. 
 When man was made, the trick was done ; 
 Electrons watched to see the fun, 
 While mind of man performed the work 
 From which electron's pride did shirk. 
 
 On man electrons have the laugh ! 
 
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 There 's more to tell, but why relate 
 Each single step to present state? 
 
 Suffice to say that with such facts, 
 
 That give to Science her shining axe, 
 
 She has cut off the hoary head 
 
 Of all Religion left it dead 
 
 As door-nail! Now, realities 
 
 Replace all Reason's frailties, 
 And thought is free to divagate ! 
 
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 When Intellect invents a " law " 
 It hastes to secure it 'gainst a flaw. 
 Exceptions to each law, at end, 
 Force Intellect lower to descend 
 In search of final law of All 
 Among things smaller than the small. 
 When it has reached last decimal 
 It still will face the One of All 
 Whose Being Instinct ever saw. 
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 Once everything must have some size 
 To pass for real to skeptic eyes. 
 
 Then, no one could a sane man fool 
 
 With talk of things invisible ! 
 
 In those days, all the " Schoolmen's " noise 
 
 Was laughing stock for our schoolboys. 
 
 All Spirit then looked far too small 
 
 To be in Matter found at all. 
 'T is Matter now that 's lost all size. 
 
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 Thus, Matter's molecules suggest 
 What once was held " Dark Ages " jest: 
 
 " Ten thousand souls may stand, each whole, 
 
 On needle's point, yet every soul 
 
 As much space have for its own motion, 
 
 As frog in middle of the ocean." 
 
 Fine points in Old Theology 
 
 Are matched in our Biology. 
 Man's ancient thought is thus redressed. 
 
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 Atoms are manufactured things ; 
 Their likeness this conclusion brings. 
 
 Both plan and skill must first unite 
 
 Ere pattern 's reproduced aright. 
 
 Thus, too, in living things we find 
 
 That pattern is renewed by mind. 
 
 Subconscious, true, the work may be, 
 
 But back of all 't is Mind we see. 
 Design from a Designer springs. 
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 Designs such as our great men form, 
 All grant impossible to worm. 
 
 But let God's work transcend man's wit, 
 
 Man 's sure that Mind 's not back of it. 
 
 Man 's now of all creation top, 
 
 Where man's thought ends, all Thought doth stop ! 
 
 Design is real man back of it ; 
 
 Not man's design, 't is counterfeit ! 
 Thus, self-conceit doth Heaven storm. 
 
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 Reduced to the absurd, clocks show 
 
 " Survival fit " mid things that go; 
 Chance combinations that keep time 
 " Survive " chance changes, change of clime; 
 The Solar System, greatest clock, 
 " Survived, " as " fit," full many a shock; 
 The debris of a workman's bench 
 Proves what he "made" but "survived" his wrench 
 
 And gravity of hammer blow! 
 
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 Naught can evolve by Nature's Laws. 
 
 Environment may mould, not cause. 
 A man, if he a clock would make, 
 The laws of stuff must know, not break. 
 No stuff can spring or wheel evolve 
 And thus make hand of clock revolve. 
 Material new, a man may find, 
 Suggesting timepiece new, to Mind. 
 
 But naught 's evolved where Mind withdraws. 
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 Now, Life 's defined as simple fact 
 
 Of tendency, at will, to act 
 On matter, by itself inert. 
 To what life 's done, we must revert 
 To gain a notion of its powers. 
 What life will do, it is not ours 
 To forecast; since the forms life hath, 
 Evolving, strewn along its path, 
 
 To some degree of choice are tracked. 
 
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 " One trillion atoms, per grain of dust," 
 Believe this, we recall, we must. 
 
 " One hundred thousand electrons come 
 Within the bounds of one atom." 
 These make the sole reality 
 Disclosed by science to mind's eye I 
 " Man 's born to quickly pass away 
 Electrons live eternally ! " 
 In these doth science put her trust. 
 
 Thus science magnifies God's clothes, 
 But naught of Him who wears them knows. 
 Man will not to electrons bow, 
 Although they make his body now. 
 Electrons we 're as far above 
 As we 're below the God of Love. 
 Electrons never could give rise 
 To aught that not within them lies ; 
 That man 's God-born, all reason shows. 
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 The power of his electrons' mass, 
 
 Man may upon each organ pass. 
 Such work no miracle doth show, 
 But simply what a man may know. 
 Knowledge is power in things of wealth, 
 And no less so hi things of health. 
 Mind, weights may use, to tip a scale ; 
 Thus drugs oft act yet often fail. 
 
 Mind only lasts, " All flesh is grass." 
 
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 The living being master stands 
 Of body, shifting as the sands ! 
 
 In body, matter comes to flower 
 
 By virtue, solely, of life's power. 
 
 The instant that the life takes wings, 
 
 The body into riot springs. 
 
 All there that life did organize, 
 
 Bereft of life, asunder flies. 
 How could this be, if cell commands? 
 
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 Mind ever knows when it has clothes, 
 When not, the fact mind also knows. 
 Mind knows when it has leg or arm, 
 It 's harmed not when they come to harm. 
 With body paralyzed in bed, 
 We know mind knows till body 's dead. 
 What then mind knows, no ear can hear, 
 For tongue must be to speak to ear ; 
 Though oft, in death, mind inspired glows 1 
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 Mere " Matter " is a thing of straw; 
 
 It shows resistance, also law. 
 Pinned down, Ne-science would perplex 
 The mind with " whirls " of mere " vortex." 
 Mind, too, shows Law, from whence we take 
 The pattern of the laws we make. 
 Why not, for laws of vortex, find 
 Same source as of our own laws Mind I 
 
 We, making laws, explain all Law. 
 
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 One sees a world with ravin rife, 
 Of contradictions full, and strife. 
 
 In matter nowhere can be found 
 
 For optimism any ground. 
 
 Science infers this world is hell, 
 
 Religion the same tale doth tell. 
 
 This standard Jesus Christ unfurled : 
 
 " My kingdom is not of this world." 
 All matter constant wars 'gainst hie. 
 
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 This Matter, which the laymen fear, 
 
 Is not at all to science clear. 
 
 Yet Doubt, with such an unknown thing, 
 Would on Religion ruin bring. 
 Some would in Reason find the flaw, 
 The wise from Matter faith withdraw. 
 Man walks in darkness, helpless, lone, 
 When Reason 's banished from her throne, 
 
 And mind as matter doth appear. 
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 To vision, Matter e'er doth fall, 
 E'er passive, self -unmaking, all; 
 While conscious Life impulse supplies 
 All Matter to arrest, forms organize. 
 The one diminuendo plays, 
 All world-crescendo s Life displays. 
 Life only makes each form arise, 
 For downfall, Matter's " laws " suffice. 
 'T is conscious Life makes rise, lets fall. 
 
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 The more of matter science knows, 
 
 The less as entity it shows. 
 
 Self-moving now it can't appear 
 Shows naught in which self can inhere. 
 With matter moved but from without, 
 Materialism is shut out. 
 Throughout all space no substance lies 
 Save God, all-present and all-wise. 
 
 This doctrine outlives all its foes. 
 
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 Some of no greater God will tell 
 Than just a god within each cell. 
 It takes of these a pantheon 
 A man to make a single one ! 
 Such " Science " One God multiplies 
 To swarms of gods of tiny size. 
 This simple plan to make man great, 
 Takes gods as units, man as State 
 Fit concept this, man's head to swell ! 
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 Much scientific talk 'bout cell 
 
 Is pseudo metaphysical. 
 That through all matter motion goes 
 Is primer-truth to one who knows. 
 Who says that matter's motion 's cause 
 May, by such view of " matter's laws," 
 Achieve surmise of subtle wit 
 That flesh evolves the life in it ! 
 
 Life's &e]f-involved, doth reason tell. 
 
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 For matter 's matter, motion 's motion, 
 In earth, air, fire, in man, in ocean. 
 From matter motion ne'er arose, 
 It matter moves howe'er it goes. 
 It matter drives like leaves in gale, 
 Or squeezes it 'til it turns pale ! 
 When motion once lets go its hold 
 Good-bye to matter, its tale is told ! 
 For motion 's substance ; matter 's Notion. 
 
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 Since Matter's shell can't make its laws, 
 'T is Mind must stand for final Cause. 
 Mere " Matter " ne'er could evolve Mind 
 As freakish puffs of vagrant wind. 
 The wind itself, as Motion, goes 
 And comes, but whence, God only knows I 
 And so we 're taught in Holy Writ, 
 Breath is the Spirit's symbol fit. 
 As conscious Motion, Mind is Cause. 
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 As swan that floats on placid lake 
 
 His snowy reflex seen may take 
 E'en for a spirit hovering nigh, 
 With curving neck and melting eye, 
 Yet in his own breast's rise and fall, 
 Alone feel Breath of Life of All ; 
 So man, 'mid Nature's loveliness, 
 May feel his inmost heart confess 
 
 His Presence Who all worlds doth make. 
 
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 Breath makes the breast to rise and fall, 
 Breath swells sea waves, both great and small. 
 There 's no emotion we can know 
 But doth some equal motion show. 
 The sea is endless in its motion, 
 The soul is endless in emotion. 
 Emotion-Motion bi-une flow, 
 And keep the starry spheres aglow. 
 ('T is this that music speaks to all.) 
 
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 Dost science fear? Be of good cheer ! 
 E'en Spencer came the truth quite near 
 
 When he did clearly motion find 
 
 Identified in all with mind. 
 
 He only lacked the prefix E, 
 
 Emotion prompting all, to see. 
 
 When old, he said, " In beating air 
 
 I 've spent my lif e ! " And thus did fare 
 His books with this philosopher.
 
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 A man of purpose works by plan, 
 Plan through all worlds is seen by man. 
 With man the purpose to create 
 Precedes all work he doth instate. 
 Emotion to create must rise 
 Before all motion in the skies. 
 Man works not first, then feels inclined 
 To do what, after, comes to mind- 
 Emotion, motion 'fore, e'er ran. 
 
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 We see in plant-development, 
 
 Unfolding of a thought-content. 
 Though Form expand until it burst, 
 The Notion was complete at first. 
 In tiniest germ implicit lies 
 What, last, explicit meets the eyes. 
 That germs hold all, like box in box, 
 Plain common sense completely shocks ! 
 
 From Plan all things trace their descent. 
 
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 We see man's face and " sense " his soul, 
 Combine the two and know him whole. 
 
 Who 's wise, thus views the universe; 
 
 From what he feels, its soul infers. 
 
 One tells us what of God he can ; 
 
 Who hears, learns something of that man! 
 
 The noble soul, God's world inspires, 
 
 While others see but flames and fires 
 Through wastes of space inanely roll. 
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 The world is not an empty show 
 " The Real is Here," by it we know. 
 Idealists prize matter's shell 
 Though form and content (they know well) 
 Are different more than pulp and rind. 
 A Presence, shown, is to the mind 
 Assurance of an inner Fact 
 That far off seems, in the abstract 
 As one, both pulp and rind we know. 
 
 Matter is something that has shape ; 
 
 What that thing is, must eye escape. 
 The atom, with its twofold force, 
 Mere working theory is, of course. 
 From it did science ever shirk, 
 Yet keeps it to perform its work. 
 Attraction can't be understood, 
 No more, Repulsion ever could. 
 
 Both, metaphysics bad, thin drape. 
 
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 Sense feels a world so dense in all, 
 No chink is left where God can crawl. 
 
 God thus shut out, men us perplex, 
 
 By changing Matter to Vortex 
 .Of motion swift, that comes and goes 
 
 (What 's moved by motion, no one knows 1). 
 
 Ne-science holds Belief in naught 
 
 More rational than Faith in aught 
 That we, or God or Spirit, call. 
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 Some think what to the senses shows, 
 
 Is all that is y all that one knows. 
 Who *s rich in that goes empty away 
 'Mid husks to hunger all his day. 
 Earth's " show " makes wise and simple feel 
 A Presence near, to which they kneel. 
 Far better 't were to adore the Sun, 
 Than not feel Soul and Sun at one, 
 
 When sunrise through our being glows ! 
 
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 Some men there are who idly pass 
 Their verdicts, positive, alas! 
 
 On all in heaven or on earth, 
 
 And self assured, fix its worth. 
 
 How glorious it must feel to be 
 
 So sapient, wise, superior, free ! 
 
 Yet, strange to say, one never can 
 
 Find in the lot one happy man 
 They all feel blue, and feed on grass! 
 
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 Nebuchadnezzar, king of old, 
 From pride, himself a god did hold ; 
 This bearded king, with curly locks, 
 Was sent to graze, a common ox. 
 Who pins his faith to things of sense, 
 Ignoring reason's evidence, 
 Must needs on slender diet fare, 
 On husks and clay and empty air. 
 Science for soul hath little told. 
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 Like Midas doomed to feed on gold, 
 Proud science now grows very bold. 
 Huge heaps of facts are duly stored 
 Which miser science now doth hoard. 
 " O Chemist great! my loved one 's dead! " 
 " Ah so ! Then best, the least that 's said ! 
 Your education 's just begun; 
 The spectrum shows what 's in the sun ; 
 In time your love will sure turn cold." 
 
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 This world exists. Perhaps it 's true 
 
 That God' s as great as I or you. 
 Expanded huge before our thought, 
 Or microscopically sought, 
 The question is not of God's size, 
 But how we size up in His eyes? 
 The world is here and we are in it, 
 We can't escape from God one minute 
 
 We may rejoice or we may rue I 
 
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 To Carnegie, steel armored knight, 
 
 By music God is brought to light. 
 Bob Ingersoll in " Shakespeare " felt 
 A god 'fore whom his fancy knelt. 
 In atoms alone doth Edison find 
 Eternal Omnipresent Mind. 
 Great specialists but seldom rise 
 'Bove glints of truth that catch their eyes 
 
 From lower plane than Reason's height.
 
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 Huge aggregates of physic lore 
 May dwarf our very thinking power, 
 
 Until the mind but weakly acts 
 
 In passing on material facts. 
 
 Collectors in the fine arts ne'er 
 
 Creative artist's viewpoint share. 
 
 The world that each man's mind supplies, 
 
 Defines the world before his eyes; 
 Prejudging thus, he seeks no more. 
 
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 A dog takes note of babe and doll, 
 
 In babe scents life not seen at all. 
 The babe that sees an auto-car 
 May think it moves by its own power. 
 The man who sees an auto move, 
 Knows, mind and will its motions prove. 
 Some would trace mind to " groups " of cells 
 Where crowned Impermanancy dwells 
 
 Who can such guesses, thinking call ! 
 
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 Once on a time, to reach high fruit, 
 
 Giraffes evolved a neck to suit. 
 With telescope man 's swept the sky 
 In hope to find God with the eye. 
 Foiled there, with microscope he 's sought, 
 And found, within, as Christ once taught, 
 A place where God, concealed, doth bide. 
 There Huxley saw HIS HAND divide 
 
 And mould the cells, creation's root I 
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 All creatures that in cell do dwell 
 Two things do share, we now know well- 
 Material forms and consciousness, 
 Or inner self and outer dress. 
 They feed, which shows their bodies fade 
 And every minute are remade. 
 Each self survives this change of dress 
 Without a change in consciousness. 
 (Of man a different tale some tell!) 
 
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 The teeming lif e in cell doth show 
 
 Life conscious moving to and fro, 
 Aye swaying matter at its will 
 Through Matter's flow abiding still. 
 In all the motion and the strife 
 What constant stays is just the life. 
 Here matter a soft mesh appears, 
 Which conscious Life employs, not fears. 
 
 Life, weaving, makes the shuttle go ! 
 
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 To conscious lives in cell of plant 
 
 The microscope doth morals grant; 
 Here appetite, there self-control, 
 E'en altruism plays a role ! 
 That thought 's transferred from mind to mind, 
 In man, beast, bird, and fish, we find. 
 World-Consciousness specked o'er with Matter 
 Grows clear to thought, despite all chatter 
 
 And dense materialistic cant ! 
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 Binot and Bichet own these facts, 
 
 But fact on each unlike reacts ; 
 One sees in Conscious Life all Cause, 
 The other, naught but Matter's " laws." 
 In body's changes now is sought 
 Escape from thought of what man Ought. 
 " In seven years' (or sev'n months?) tune 
 Man's change of body wipes out crime ! " 
 
 Psychol'gy morals thus attacks. 
 
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 Atomic aggregate called John 
 Once complex heart of maiden won. 
 Their op'site polarities to wed, 
 A psychologic priest thus said ; 
 " As consciousness doth well up now, 
 Wilt thou, John, unto Mary vow 
 To be forever kind and true 
 While present self remaineth you? " 
 Gray matter moving " Yes " 't was done! 
 
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 That ballet dancer stands on toe 
 All may apprise from passing show. 
 That men of science stand on head 
 And brain-congestion never dread 
 Nay, strong protest and even frown, 
 At what stops seeing up-side down 
 All this no longer doth surprise : 
 Man's free thus to invert his eyes 
 If something queered he thus may know. 
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 The god in man will, if he can 
 Get god in cell 'neath thumb of man. 
 Somewhere, man must, beyond a doubt, 
 First " find God in " to " find Him out." 
 " Once found, we '11 quickly end the strife 
 O'er what makes consciousness and life 1 " 
 (When big, has conquered little brother, 
 He yet may have to deal with Father ! 
 God much may with derision scan!) 
 
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 Prostrate before the wondrous cell, 
 
 Some wait for it its will to tell, 
 Assured that, If its plans we know, 
 'T is settled which way we shall go. 
 Toward soul or cell, what way we tread, 
 God 's found within and overhead. 
 Let such as will, change His great Name, 
 And call Him Cell, His power 's the same 
 
 In touch with Hun all creatures dwell. 
 
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 Who serves the cell may serve the devil 
 
 (The prison cell confines the evil). 
 The Self of will is very small; 
 The Self of soul is One with All. 
 Germ-life in cells, disintegrates, 
 The whole alone, form reinstates, 
 All good in cell comes from above; 
 All good to self proceeds from love. 
 
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 Through cells proceed the body's ills, 
 That, if unchecked, the body kills. 
 'Twixt selfish cell and body's soul 
 We see the strife 'twixt part and whole. 
 This shows in Body Politic, 
 Where faction makes a nation sick. 
 With anarchs unconfined in cell, 
 No government is truly well. 
 'T is order Heaven's first law fulfils. 
 
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 A doctor, reasoning from the cell, 
 Takes means to make his patient well. 
 A priest, thus reasoning from the soul, 
 Knows means to make the spirit whole. 
 Disease of body quickly makes 
 A man put faith in what he takes. 
 But if at heart he feel dis-ease 
 He '11 take or naught, or what he please- 
 Of faith or God he '11 hear none tell. 
 
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 For mind diseased no help at all 
 From chemist's potions art can call. 
 But " heal " and " holy " are one word 
 And thus were spoken by our Lord. 
 For health of body all men seek, 
 Of holiness some shame to speak. 
 Not that the thought they would disdain- 
 They deem a life upon that plane 
 Unnatural, constrained, and small. 
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 True men of science know full well 
 
 They do but handle matter's shell. 
 Some hold that what is back of all 
 Is only something mean and small. 
 Religion, back of man or clod, 
 Perceives an Absolute, called God. 
 Great theories include the small, 
 The small can't grasp the great at all. 
 
 Cells ne'er made Man, God mould's the cell ! 
 
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 God's pressure on each cell within 
 (Great Judge of virtue or of sin !) 
 
 Assures, each hour, the fitting meed 
 
 For each hour's good or evil deed. 
 
 Religion calls this " Providence " 
 
 (On man's age-long experience 
 
 The doctrine 's based). We have His Word; 
 
 " All 's good to them who love the Lord." 
 Good men, through trials, great good win. 
 
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 'T is joy, or terror, thus to dwell 
 With God within both mind and cell ! 
 The Sun that helps good things to grow, 
 Makes rotten things more quickly go. 
 The Son of God who healing brings 
 To all who turn from evil things, 
 Sits in each soul on judgment throne, 
 Hearts good, confessing as his own, 
 Hearts evil, pitying in their hell.
 
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 I set my brain aglow with wine ; 
 
 That brain 's not me, that brain is mine. 
 The brain shows no sufficient cause 
 For human reason, human laws. 
 Materialists hold bedlam-views 
 When they give matter power to choose. 
 'T is Mind creates, Mind runs the train, 
 Or engines, cars, were all in vain. 
 
 Brain is but matter, mind 's divine ! 
 
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 Doth ether suspend sensitiveness 
 Not mind but body feels helplessness. 
 Dull sense with nitrous oxide gas, 
 And thoughts sublime arise and pass 
 Through mind and vivid are retained 
 When waking consciousness' s regained. 
 Sad ! gas no one made Spencer take ! 
 He 'd have avoided his mistake 
 Of thinking gas could thought suppress. 
 
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 'T is I (not nose) who scent a rose 
 Though in my nose that sense repose. 
 I better think when I 'm well clad 
 Than when by cold I 'm driven mad. 
 To work in matter, mind needs tools 
 (That tools can't work is known to fools!). 
 Preposterous views may fascinate, 
 But Reason, they disintegrate 
 Sheer paradox, much science shows ! 
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 Naught science sees but properties 
 With None to Whom aught proper is. 
 Impersonal and quite improper 
 Is all grist ground in science's hopper. 
 She grinds life's seeds till they are dead, 
 And then insists naught real has fled. 
 She holds of world ; " Mind did n't begin it, 
 For mind is but phenomen'ly in it, 
 As horologeity in time-piece lies." 
 
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 Man talks or laughs, sheds tears or sighs, 
 
 Each act a state of mind implies. 
 When " body acts upon the mind," 
 *T was mind that acted first, we find. 
 The body is mind's instrument, 
 Impaired, it may mind's work prevent. 
 Who 's lost his limbs can't run a race, 
 His mind, though, takes up no less space; 
 
 The ant than elephant 's more wise. 
 
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 'T is science, not philosophy, 
 In mind and matter, One would see. 
 Beginning thus, when it is done, 
 In matter, science sees that One. 
 But matter is in constant change 
 Throughout the whole creation's range. 
 Thought finds, as substance, only mind, 
 Which can't with matter be combined. 
 Thought cannot pantheistic be. 
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 True, Kipling's idol, " made of mud " 
 (That " which they call the great god Budd"), 
 Was all that Haeckel e'er could find 
 As source of human thought and mind. 
 'T were strange if man from ape evolved 
 To find him himself to mud resolved ! 
 Such pedigree 's not held by apes 
 (Unless sub specie jackanapes !) 
 Did Budd kiss Haeckel " where he stood"? 
 
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 How ever can my Why or Whence 
 
 Depend on merest accidents? 
 I had a bump, that bump was I 
 'Til something else had crossed my sky? 
 If man 's but what he passes through, 
 What constant doth the " I " renew? 
 I 'm that which eats, not merely food 
 For Matter's jaws! that understood, 
 
 Through life, through death 's our sure defence. 
 
 Infinite vision lies in mind 
 
 Which doth in " matter" something find 
 Of finite sort, wherewith to evolve 
 Forms planned by mind with high resolve. 
 Who puts the cart before the horse 
 Shows things pre-posterous and worse. 
 The universe demands a God ; 
 Or call Him so, or call him Clod 
 
 The fact 's the same, save to the blind. 
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 No brush can paint an unknown beast; 
 
 It must use well-known parts, at least. 
 The strangest thing that man can draw, 
 Combines some forms once someone saw. 
 All visions of eternity 
 All-Mind has seen, again shall see. 
 By Mind, man flies or wireless speaks, 
 Thus Mind performs that which it seeks. 
 
 Each spreads for heaven his own feast. 
 
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 Whate'er we know, we know through Mind, 
 
 The rest is feeling undefined. 
 
 What our minds know, Mind always knew, 
 
 Though, ages long, 't was hid from view. 
 
 Our conscious part is not the whole 
 
 Of what 's eternal in the soul. 
 
 What circumstance has long concealed 
 
 Must surely one day be revealed ; 
 
 Man needs but seek and he shall find. 
 
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 Some mind-stuff in the nebula 
 Whence grew all worlds evolved thus far, 
 Tyndal confessed, there must have been ; 
 " Mind-stuff, attenuated then, 
 As worlds condensed, has shrunk to men, 
 But will thin out to fog again ! " 
 Mind finds it reasonable to hold, 
 As mind is now, it was of old ; 
 Matter alone' s now fog, now star, 
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 All science leads to the Unknown; 
 
 Bad reasoning there must not be shown. 
 Where knowledge 's weak, but feeling strong, 
 'T is safer guide than reason, wrong. 
 Wrong theories we may not feel 
 E'en though they harden heart to steel ; 
 But when wrong feeling leads astray 
 Its consequences bar the way. 
 
 Right feeling happy makes, alone. 
 
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 When Reason 's let to intermix 
 
 With Feeling, then the direst tricks 
 Are played with Judgment, to the end 
 That Self its conduct may defend. 
 Each faculty must act alone, 
 That proper balance may be shown. 
 Reason can't always take the lead, 
 But must weigh Feeling's every deed 
 
 Which Reason's warning contradicts. 
 
 My feelings are my very own, 
 
 The same, though, of the beast is known. 
 
 Man's thinking power is overhead ; 
 
 That beasts share this cannot be said. 
 
 Superiority of soul 
 
 Shows feeling under thought's control. 
 
 Thus conscience, character, and will, 
 
 Than feeling, mere, are higher still. 
 By thinking, man's high place is shown. 
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 No words express what we but feel, 
 Though it may make us, reverent, kneel ! 
 When feeling form takes in a word, 
 Then Reason, Purpose, may be heard. 
 God ne'er created sea nor sun 
 Ere God and His own Word were One. 
 Can man the slightest work propose 
 Which to express no word he knows? 
 The Word doth Reason, Will, reveal. 
 
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 Whoe'er 's read Carlyle's " Sartor " knows 
 
 That all that's visible is " Clothes." 
 The truth is not so often heard, 
 That all that 's seen is Written Word. 
 From grass-blade to cathedral vast, 
 All God or Man thus writes, at last 
 Resolves itself to word or letter, 
 Which some read worse and some read better 1 
 
 A town its Word in buildings shows. 
 
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 Lo ! Egypt's old hieroglyphs 
 
 The Moslem viewed with " buts " and " ifs " 
 And turned away his eyes with dread 
 Or tapped with finger his forehead. 
 To savage who sees, day by day, 
 A man with pen mark, mark away, 
 'T is one if pen write thoughts divine, 
 Or, peradventure, checques doth sign 
 
 Indifferent, his pipe he whiffs ! 
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 Once on a time all men were free 
 To seek for food and sleep in tree. 
 Each man was every other's foe, 
 Forever guarding 'gainst a blow. 
 Each man must constant venture life 
 To shield his children and his wife. 
 The Church was born when common sense 
 United men for their defence 
 Against all lawless liberty. 
 
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 The Church arose when men craved peace 
 From brutal struggle sought release. 
 Her priests stood firm for common good 
 'Gainst selfishness, that 's hard withstood ! 
 No priest was fakir who made use 
 Of what could stop flagrant abuse 
 Of strong men's wanton lust and power 
 To gratify their wills each hour; 
 The priest made barbarism cease. 
 
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 Religion formed the family, 
 
 The State, and gave men liberty. 
 It strives to make life orderly 
 That men may dwell in harmony. 
 Its discipline gives self-command, 
 Without which none may safely stand. 
 Though priests, as men, are often wrong, 
 The Church eternal stands and strong 
 
 Earth's bulwark against Anarchy. 
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 Religion aims to train the will 
 
 To good from lawlessness and ill. 
 Some use it for another end ; 
 At weddings, funerals, they send 
 For parson, that all things may be 
 Conducted with due decency. 
 Who has full store to clothe and feed 
 The body, seldom feels the need 
 
 To try to mount Religion's hill. 
 
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 11 Not know what Matter is? Why care? 
 
 Enough it is to know it *s there." 
 Religion, though, they '11 understand 
 Before they '11 even lift a hand. 
 " For some folk, doubtless, it is good," 
 (Except themselves, be 't understood). 
 The hope of all humanity 
 They '11 drop to fight o'er Trinity, 
 
 Or anything that 's in the air. 
 
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 Religion rests on reason, love, 
 
 Naught can its premises remove. 
 Its truths are taught in sensuous form 
 Abstractions average souls can't warm. 
 Yet average men it fain would save 
 By sign and symbol, light the grave ! 
 All thoughts of man, Time hath surpassed, 
 Ideals felt are seen at last, 
 
 Mind can 't conceive the joys " above." 
 
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 On reason rests religion's sway, 
 
 Then reason's call let all obey. 
 Who hallows not one day in seven, 
 When shall he fill his soul with heaven? 
 This life is more than meat; we need 
 Set times, and means, our souls to feed, 
 Lest through life's school we swiftly pass 
 But, at life's close to cry; Alas! 
 
 From life's true end we 've gone astray! 
 
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 Pure Reason finds a single " I " 
 
 That governs all, or low or high. 
 If this you find beyond your reach, 
 Just study what logicians teach. 
 A foot-rule 's short to measure field 
 That many a fine crop may yield. 
 It for the trouble richly pays 
 To find just how this big world lays 
 
 What orders its immensity. 
 
 Inconstant flesh and constant " I " 
 A discord make, not harmony. 
 This discord is resolved by death, 
 Which is involved in every breath. 
 Religion seeks the human I 
 To keep with God's I, lastingly. 
 The human I, of God's I, part, 
 A part, it lives, but dies apart 
 (Or lingers on to moan and sigh?) 
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 Of human ignorance now we sing; 
 No man can know a single thing ! 
 
 To know a thing, its opposite 
 
 Must help us get the idea right. 
 
 Nor can the two the conflict mend 
 
 Before a third brings it to end. 
 
 Thus good and evil e'er must strive 
 
 That virtue may be kept alive. 
 The three together closely cling. 
 
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 I, as a conscious, thinking Subject, 
 Myself survey as my thought's Object; 
 
 Think what I am and what I 'd be, 
 
 And hear what others think of me. 
 
 Conscious of self, self-consciously 
 
 I view myself, objectively. 
 
 One Spirit, in my duality 
 
 I am, myself, a trinity. 
 Thus conscious God Self must reflect. 
 
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 Mind 's geometric, seeks the laws 
 That rule the finite, finds their cause. 
 From life infinite all life flows, 
 The same of consciousness, thought shows. 
 His mind, man with Another shares, 
 That Other 't is who hears our prayers. 
 Both God and man in unity 
 Of Subject-Object mind doth see 
 In light of logic free from flaws.
 
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 Self-consciousness should be adored 
 
 When it reveals, in man, the Lord. 
 It plainly shows men to each other 
 And thus explains to each his brother. 
 All that man has, he has from All! 
 This makes man great, this makes him small. 
 Merely to think of self the first, 
 Involves one's life in all that 's worst; 
 
 Such self-conceit 's to be abhorred. 
 
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 The God we worship 's God so far 
 As He 's self-conscious. Less would mar 
 Our thought of Hun in whom we are. 
 'T would place Him from all men afar, 
 And utterly destroy the Notion 
 Of Man, as drop, in God, as ocean. 
 As salt 's in drops and salt 's in sea 
 Self-knowledge in our God must be. 
 To think God less, doth reason jar. 
 
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 With Evolution, mechanic, we 're done, 
 Though clergy still are " on the run." 
 
 Foe's bulwark bulked so solid, high, 
 
 It seemed e'en Heaven to defy. 
 
 The priest, o'ercome by taunt of " narrow," 
 
 Felt matched 'gainst steel, with bow and arrow ! 
 
 Thus silenced, though in mortal strife, 
 
 (His refuge, sole, the godly life) 
 Eclipsed for aye seemed Spirit's Sun 1 
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 When lo, the specialist arose 
 Who science tries by all that grows. 
 Soon Evolution shrank, from " Cause," 
 To an Involver's apparent " laws." 
 And now, too, physic science sings 
 Of Conscious Life as source of things ; 
 And That which forming impulse gives 
 To all that is, or breathes, or lives. 
 Once more the desert blooms like rose ! 
 
 Creation, both in great and small, 
 
 Shows as free act, in one and all. 
 All Life in Matter-worlds, we see, 
 This freedom shares, in its degree. 
 In Matter, which itself unmakes, 
 Free Life its purpose undertakes. 
 Thus Conscious Life in movement flows 
 Whose inverse, Matter ever shows. 
 
 Light, light remains, though shadows fall I 
 
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 In " Creative Evolution " *s told 
 What Bible and Bhagavad-Gita hold; 
 " From Conscious Life alone doth spring 
 
 All that to thought our senses bring." 
 No uni-verse lies 'fore our eyes ! 
 Where thought to lie, lo ! intellect lies, 
 Which dissects Matter, causing strife 
 With Instinct, that deals straight with life. 
 Instinct alone doth Life's key hold. 
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 Both Intellect and Instinct run 
 
 Aye parallel. Both from the One 
 Life-Process spring. While Sympathy 
 Marks Instinct, Intellect doth spy 
 In inert matter, to supply 
 Set forms and limits for mind's eye. 
 What Intellect seeks, it cannot find ; 
 What Instinct knows, still leaves it blind 
 
 This vital truth 's by Bergson shown. 
 
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 Philosophy doth farther go 
 
 Than all that science e'er can know. 
 
 'Neath Science's symbols, thought conducts 
 To Matter's world, in constant flux. 
 All " real " things go, below, above, 
 As Conscious Life doth constant move. 
 Man's consciousness this reinstates 
 With God's, from Whom man emanates. 
 Religion man's way home doth show. 
 
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 View happy throngs in Venice, Rome, 
 
 In ages past or yet to come. 
 
 Each human moth itself doth feel 
 Of all things seen, most surely real. 
 Ghosts palpable, we feel surprise 
 That we should dematerialize ! 
 A course of constant change we run 
 What time we flicker in the Sun. 
 
 The spirit world 's man's only home. 
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 All true religion is revealed, 
 By God revealed and not concealed. 
 The revelation comes through mind 
 Whose source we can but in God find. 
 Man 's conscious, and self-conscious too, 
 And something 's common to these two. 
 Each man is Subject, Object both ; 
 In reason, then we can't be loth 
 To view God so, till thought 's repealed. 
 
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 God me, not universe, transcends, 
 Where He 's not immanent, all ends. 
 True God, as subject is in me, 
 As object Him I elsewhere see. 
 My self, as object, outside lies, 
 Fast bound to all that meets my eyes. 
 But I can only conquer sin 
 With help of God as me within. 
 With subject-object, thought 'gins and ends. 
 
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 Pure logic, stepwise traced to end, 
 With theologic terms doth blend. 
 
 The Universal, truly known, 
 
 As subjectivity is shown; 
 
 Self-moving, active and all form 
 
 Imposing after its own norm. 
 
 Cognition here is seen as Will, 
 
 Creating all that sky doth fill 
 And all controlling in its trend. 
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 Mind holds much that is termed innate, 
 Derived from man's subconscious state. 
 Subconsciously all men are one 
 With God the Father, through the Son. 
 The Son is Object to God above 
 As Subject, God is known as Love. 
 Each man is right himself to hold 
 Above all empty phantoms old, 
 The God of Reason only 's great. 
 
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 The mind that was in Christ, OUT Lord, 
 Must be in us, so runs His Word. 
 His Kingdom fair within us lies, 
 For it in vain we sweep the skies. 
 Who lives to love and serve the Whole, 
 He, only, peace knows in his soul. 
 To fight, old knights would venture far ; 
 Christ's soldiers in their hearts wage war 
 With sin 'gainst which themselves they gird. 
 
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 The Christ in Jesus mediates, 
 
 Revealing good that God creates. 
 Thus Christ, God's sole begotten Son, 
 Makes soul of man with Father One. 
 From God and Christ the Spirit flows 
 By which man God as Father knows. 
 The mind in Jesus knew God's Power 
 To uphold man in every hour 
 
 When earthly hope, fear dissipates. 
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 Christ cometh not to heal the well, 
 Nor, after death, to save from hell. 
 The life we lead, from hour to hour, 
 Is that where He may show his power. 
 Who seeks not how himself should live 
 To him the Church can little give. 
 The Church 's nor club nor lecture hall, 
 With music free to one and all, 
 Where we our neighbour's sins may tell 1 
 
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 Religion man with man connects, 
 And this world binds unto the next. 
 It gives the ballast to life's bark 
 That helps it, steady, sail to mark, 
 Instead of pitching helplessly 
 'Tween crests and troughs in passion's sea. 
 Faith's compass guides our course aright, 
 In brightest day or darkest night, 
 E'er pointing true when mind 's perplexed. 
 
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 Pure Ethics views men one by one, 
 Shows what to others should be done. 
 Where Ethics ends, Religion begins, 
 With selfishness as chief of sins. 
 Religion asks that every soul 
 Shall die, to live but in the Whole. 
 The faults of others will God repay; 
 His justice sleeps not, night or day. 
 By self-devotion, heaven 's won. 
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 Religion's hardest point for man 
 
 Arises from his wont to scan 
 
 Remotest realm in search of God, 
 Who 's close at hand, not far abroad. 
 Naught " beyond Nature," Reason shows, 
 But One we 're in, as God, it knows. 
 With eye intent on Here and Now, 
 We find the One to whom to bow. 
 
 Sound logic thus forever ran. 
 
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 Whatever Science comes across 
 
 Can only touch Religion's gloss. 
 The truths of mind and soul and sin 
 Science can't touch, they lie within. 
 Things physical reveal their " laws " 
 But never their sufficient cause. 
 Mere Science oft runs simply mad, 
 Through reasonings puerile, bad, 
 
 Despite all ignorant applause. 
 
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 All Superstition (" overstand ") 
 
 Is shunned by those who 'd " understand." 
 But science has to superpose 
 On Matter much that no one knows. 
 Sound metaphysic 's sore abused 
 By theories in science used. 
 The atom-theory, at last, 
 Makes understanding stand aghast. 
 
 By non-sense science doth command I 
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 Man's understanding e'er must deal 
 With finite things things that are " real," 
 Bound to the wheel of constant change 
 Throughout all observation's range. 
 The finite's dialectic's ground, 
 Where for each thought an opposite 's found. 
 Each proposition we advance 
 Starts pros and cons at but a glance 
 That all 's uncertain here, we feel. 
 
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 Mere understanding can find out 
 But finite principles, without 
 
 The power a scheme to formulate 
 
 Not self-doomed to disintegrate. 
 
 By reason's processes alone 
 
 Infinite principles are shown, 
 
 As true in future as in past, 
 
 And sure to live while mind shall last 
 Sufficient reason casts out doubt. 
 
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 That Sophists, wilful, becloud light 
 
 And love to prove that day is night, 
 Is not the fact, and fails the point 
 Where Sophistry is out of joint. 
 We know a good tree by its fruits, 
 The Sophist studies conduct's roots. 
 Who cares how his wrong deed arose, 
 When of poor fruit he weary grows? 
 
 He seeks good ends with all his might ! 
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 A Sophist need not error teach; 
 
 Instead, he oft great truths may preach. 
 His error *s in the ground he takes 
 When moral ends he quite forsakes. 
 Slow witted any man must be 
 Who can't excuse the worst we see I 
 Who knows the Right and such talk hears 
 Should ope his eyes and shut his ears, 
 
 And take himself quite out of reach. 
 
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 When Sophists turn their backs on fruit 
 And fix their thought upon the root; 
 And when they 've studied root and ground 
 And for bad fruit excuse have found ; 
 They then demand our sympathy 
 For such as God and man defy. 
 They view the sinner like a tree, 
 Whose bad fruit 's a necessity 
 Grant man less wit to change, than brute I 
 
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 The farmer does not muse on whence 
 First sprang the weeds within his fence. 
 He roots them up, brings them to naught 
 And helps his ground grow what it ought. 
 Where'er grain grows there tares abound, 
 Desired conditions ne'er are found. 
 Let no one sit and bemoan weeds. 
 Just cleanse the soul, and sow fresh seeds 
 Of righteousness and innocence. 
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 Two authors use the jester tone, 
 Both earnest Shaw and Chesterton. 
 The spirit of these two, when caught, 
 Shows one a sophist, the other not. 
 Shaw justifies things by their roots, 
 While Chesterton appeals to fruits. 
 One's wit doth all antagonize ; 
 The other, men would harmonize 
 And make the worth of living known. 
 
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 In Notion of Religion, Art, 
 The thought of badness hath no part, 
 Just as, it ne'er should be forgotten 
 To think an egg, assumes not " rotten." 
 Who substitutes bad attributes 
 For things themselves, himself refutes. 
 Yet this trick forms the common stock 
 Of " brilliant minds " who reverence shock. 
 Such mind 's more fit to push a cart! 
 
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 A noxious plant is shunned by beast, 
 Nor form nor color tempt the least. 
 But men are often taken in 
 By wit or learning veiling sin. 
 Great gifts of mind may but disguise 
 The most destructive sophistries. 
 The simplest soul that 's true to Right 
 Is better comrade, day and night, 
 Than clever minds that Good resist. 
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 Each true man has before his eyes 
 Some Notion wherein no blemish lies. 
 He holds it with persistent will 
 Some day that Notion to fulfil. 
 The Notions that have made man great 
 Are God and Heaven, Home and State, 
 Learning and Art. As these thoughts rise, 
 Not words but deeds are his replies. 
 Who talks, not tries, his thought denies. 
 
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 Logic and morals thinkers find, 
 
 Not given, but the work of mind. 
 So, back of all the Church's creed, 
 Is truth of thought to meet man's need. 
 In earliest times man clearly saw, 
 Not force, but reason, gives the law. 
 Not private ends, but public weal, 
 Dictates the laws men truly feel. 
 
 The selfish man is truly blind. 
 
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 Religion marks how men aspire 
 
 When mind 's inspired with heavenly fire. 
 
 Beginning with civility, 
 
 She ends with high philosophy. 
 
 Trained minds may in her doctrines find 
 
 High-water marks of mortal mind. 
 
 A little learning makes men doubt ; 
 
 Deep study helps to find things out. 
 Ideas great, great deeds inspire. 
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 Good manners, like good clothes, all know, 
 Respect for self and others show. 
 As clothing keeps the body whole, 
 Religion thus protects the soul. 
 Alas ! that many a goodly tree 
 Dry rotten at the heart should be I 
 Dry rot infects man's inward part 
 When brain is fed but not the heart. 
 Such find life empty here below. 
 
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 Each individual has needs 
 
 Which social regulation feeds. 
 A hand cut off by any act, 
 Is but a hand in name, not fact. 
 The struggles of a man cut off, 
 But make some pity, others scoff. 
 Man's whole significance but lies 
 In maintenance of human ties ; 
 
 His highest good 's in helpful deeds. 
 
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 Our race is no external tie 
 That each one's bondage doth imply. 
 What each one is, he 's, first, as man; 
 Then, good or bad, judged by the Plan. 
 The Plan secures man's liberty, 
 Self-will 's the root of anarchy. 
 No drop the ocean wave can move, 
 The wave must lift the drop above. 
 Power lies in solidarity. 
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 Each nation into thought resolves 
 'T is thought round which its life revolves. 
 All Britons must John Bull obey 
 Some willingly, some not, they say! 
 Both king and people John Bull dread, 
 Who may take off his own king's head ! 
 Once lose the thought that binds together, 
 And king and people face rough weather. 
 A nation's thought, its life involves. 
 
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 From men, no man may live estranged, 
 Who stands alone must be deranged. 
 To hold one's place upon the plane 
 Of human life, marks one as sane. 
 Superior some well may be, 
 But they must live in harmony 
 With neighbors if they 'd know the zest 
 Of life enriched by all the rest; 
 Right ties with all must be arranged. 
 
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 The working of the human eyes 
 
 Is one of mind's great mysteries. 
 An evil mood through its eyes sees 
 In good things, naught but doth displease. 
 A good mood doth idealize 
 E'en bad things, seen with partial eyes. 
 Plain truths, it seems, eyes cannot tell, 
 They paint but either heaven or hell. 
 
 In sight oft dire illusion lies. 
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 Man sees, in others, foes or friends, 
 And there, he thinks the matter ends. 
 But there 's no friend a man can bless, 
 Or enemy, who can distress, 
 Save by a man's own heart's consent. 
 Who o'er his heart keeps watch intent, 
 Will find therein the friends or foes 
 Reflected, seen in men he knows. 
 Within, man's real fight 'gins and ends. 
 
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 Virtue means manhood, power to fight 
 To fight oneself by day and night. 
 One's self-control is tried each day, 
 Guard it we must as best we may. 
 In self-control true virtue lies, 
 From self-neglect grave dangers rise. 
 Who masters others may be strong, 
 But virtue 's not thus helped along. 
 The virtuous man keeps himself right. 
 
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 The law of dialectic shows 
 That 't is by opposites man knows 
 The nature true of anything 
 That we to understanding bring. 
 The number and the kind of friends 
 One has, shows whither his life tends. 
 If love or hatred move him most 
 That tells if he is saved or lost. 
 What neighbors hold, the farthest goes, 
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 As well mark time by distant star, 
 
 As turn from man to God " afar " 
 To prove one's life and nature good, 
 When neighbors find it vile or rude. 
 God 's in the stars, but more in men 
 (Most knowing creatures that we ken.) 
 Our high'st appeal thus nearest lies ; 
 How stands our life in neighbors' eyes? 
 
 'T is there God tells us what we are. 
 
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 For computations nice, we know 
 
 *T is best from clock to star to go. 
 So, too, for highest things of all 
 We cannot back on neighbors fall. 
 But neighbors are good daily clocks 
 He 's foolish who his neighbor shocks. 
 By neighbor's face our life to tell 
 Is simplest rule for living well. 
 
 From neighbor's smile much strength doth flow. 
 
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 The sea, whose motion none can stop, 
 
 Is greater than a single drop. 
 No single mind can feel at ease 
 While other minds it doth displease. 
 The individual is naught, 
 The universal must be sought. 
 One plainly reads in every face 
 Just how each stands in other's grace. 
 
 Speak truth in love, or let it drop. 
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 Woe to the soul who thinks he 's IT. 
 He '11 have to chew a bitter bit ! 
 
 He shows a talent better hid 
 
 The talent, just for getting rid. 
 
 Gets rid of God, of Church and State; 
 
 Gets rid of law, ah ! riddance great. 
 
 Gets rid of home, of lover, friends, 
 
 If rid of self, the riddance ends. 
 Such live, at everything to hit! 
 
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 There is no lot or place in life 
 
 That 's free from constant room for strife. 
 Where'er we are we ever must 
 Put up with some of travel's dust. 
 Who best annoyances can bear 
 Goes through each day most free from care. 
 He only who is on his guard 
 Avoids the things that make life hard 
 
 Each hour with pitfalls deep is rife. 
 
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 Who sadly doth the past recall 
 But knocks his head against a wall. 
 There 's nothing can the past reverse, 
 While knocking head doth make it worse. 
 Few care their own past to recall, 
 The past of others, that is all! 
 Who '11 not play fair the game of life 
 Involves each day in bitter strife 
 And paves the way for his downfall. 
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 Home burdens that one has to bear 
 
 Best fitted to his shoulders are. 
 Some stay at home as loth to prove 
 Things elsewhere which they know not of. 
 Some, who familiar things misprize, 
 See strange things with quite other eyes. 
 But, soon or late, to all doth come 
 A time they '11 think with tears of home, 
 
 As where they knew the least of care. 
 
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 Who can't, at home, his problems face, 
 Must meet them in another place. 
 At home, when strife is in the air, 
 Slight illness brings the tenderest care. 
 Alone, what stranger ever tends 
 A sufferer, or e'er befriends 
 Him, like his very kith and kin, 
 Whose sympathies his pain doth win? 
 In trouble, home 's the only place. 
 
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 Yet anger often will hold out 
 
 When common-sense would stop the bout. 
 
 Who finds home-life too hard, will oft 
 
 A harder life insist is soft. 
 
 Some rather would cause misery 
 
 To others, than contented be 
 
 'Midst troubles infinitely less ; 
 
 While they might self and others bless 
 If they 'd but smile and cease to pout. 
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 Strange, is it not, that while we live 
 There 're some who never can forgive 
 Our faults, and naught beside can see ; 
 Yet, parted by death's mystery, 
 They 're deeply conscious of their loss 
 And count all earthly things but dross. 
 They '11 mourn for us through saddened years, 
 With choking sobs and bitter tears ; 
 To have us back the world they 'd give ! 
 
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 Whoe'er is set in doing wrong 
 Is sure to think that he is strong. 
 
 All those who peace and quiet seek, 
 
 He holds contemptible and weak. 
 
 The tree that 'fore the blast can't bend 
 
 But faces an untimely end. 
 
 It 's grand to be like sturdy oak, 
 
 But when it falls, it is no joke. 
 'T is yielding that helps life along. 
 
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 A horse is strongest in his speed ; 
 
 A mule, in backing, when we need 
 His strength. Men, too, are obdurate ; 
 Docility, alone, makes great. 
 Each plays in life a needed part, 
 Some reap the joy, some court the smart. 
 One in a salon feels in place, 
 The tramp seems to enjoy disgrace 
 
 If he can only sleep and feed! 
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 No man can strike another and 
 
 Not feel the blow in his own hand. 
 Who strikes at many pays the cost, 
 'T is his own hand that 's bruised the most. 
 Harsh words that we to others say 
 Make us grow harsher day by day. 
 The skin that 's ever handling brick 
 Grows rough and calloused, harsh and thick. 
 
 This truth 's not hard to understand I 
 
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 All evil must itself destroy, 
 
 It cannot rob the good of joy. 
 Least troubles make the evil fight, 
 A good man finds his troubles light. 
 He feels within a source of strength 
 Enough to pull him through at length. 
 He has a different aim in life 
 Than to win out in angry strife. 
 
 What some might wound, doth him annoy. 
 
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 Intelligence grasps the world we see, 
 The will concerns what ought to be. 
 But will is weak, abroad to roam 
 Before it 's done its work at home. 
 Our virtues others must admire 
 Ere we hand on the sacred fire. 
 He who lacks kindness, self-command, 
 Foundation lacks whereon to stand 
 And others show what they should be. 
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 A good man meets all with a smile, 
 His foe must prove it, if foe is vile. 
 Men try to seem good in his eyes, 
 For few men goodness quite despise. 
 Doth sometime, one betray his trust, 
 He 's never bitter, only just. 
 He knows how easy 't is to fall 
 And so he loves, or pities, all, 
 But ne'er wrong-doers doth revile. 
 
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 As each man's face reflects his thought 
 (Or absence of it, where thought is not) 
 In nature's panorama vast 
 We come to the " Idea " at last, 
 Whose Being lies in nature, seen 
 Reflected there in varied sheen. 
 In nature, thus, the Being lies 
 Of the Idea veiled to eyes, 
 But by reflection, to mind brought. 
 
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 Suppose our mind in form of ball 
 On whose round surface there doth fall 
 The shadow of a cube. 'T is clear 
 The shadow '11 not like cube appear, 
 But convex, with square corners gone. 
 Let cube, now, matter be unknown; 
 Ball stand for mind by shadow veiled ; 
 Thus the Eternal Light is paled. 
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 'T is reason shows God cannot be 
 Like cube, or shadow sense doth see. 
 But from the shadow on the ball, 
 Our reason proves Light back of all. 
 Nor ball nor cube like God is proved, 
 But reason thus finds One who 's loved, 
 E'en One who, though concealed, lets fall 
 A divine impress on us all. 
 Thus reason solves God's mystery. 
 
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 The man who naught of God can find, 
 But proves thereby an untrained mind. 
 Art, logic, reason, Nature's laws, 
 In mind alone find their First Cause. 
 In Mind God knows Himself as God 
 The Mind that was in Hun who trod 
 The patient road to Calvary 
 Whose " brethren " He called you and me- 
 True God self-conscious in man's mind. 
 
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 Each finite thing must come to naught, 
 As Object, it 's less than its Thought. 
 
 As thought, it stands unchangingly, 
 
 As Object, it must pass away. 
 
 The infinite shows harmony, 
 
 Thought-Object, One, eternally. 
 
 All this, both latent in the mind, 
 
 And all philosophy, we find 
 The Ontologic Proof, as taught. 
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 Than God, naught greater can be thought 
 
 Merely a Thought, He 's surely not. 
 For He in thought exists as Fact, 
 Far greater, thus, than thought's mere act. 
 What 's thought to exceed all thought's domain, 
 Thought can't be thought just to contain I 
 In thought, we God as Subject, see 
 He 's outside thought, Objectively. 
 
 (Man's body is outside his thought!) 
 
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 Our God, as Spirit 's veiled from sight, 
 
 His Person is displayed by light. 
 His cosmic vestures age like clothes, 
 And constant change, like all that grows. 
 (Asked of his health, once Liszt returned : 
 " With old Franz Liszt / 'm not concerned "). 
 Perpetual motion demands Force 
 Forever pouring from One source 
 
 The Mind of the great God of Light. 
 
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 A Personal God some stout deny, 
 
 But it 's a puzzle to know why. 
 If just what " person " means, we ask, 
 The answer simply is, " a mask." 
 A mask may be of flesh and bones, 
 Or cloth or clay, or stars or stones. 
 " Gray matter " may be its disguise, 
 But Being can show otherwise 
 
 Than as in man, Thought doth reply. 
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 Man's spark of Being plainly lies 
 
 Within his " person," seen by eyes. 
 It marks intelligence to ask 
 What earth and sea and sky do mask. 
 Man Being masks in tiny form, 
 But man's form 's not All-Being's norm. 
 " Man's form 's too frail but for what 's finite ! " 
 " Man's form tops all; there 's no Infinite! " 
 
 Vain words ! since form but mask supplies ! 
 
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 " We know a person by his clothes." 
 Thus inorganic matter shows 
 
 How Conscious Life itself may dress 
 
 In humble garb or splendidness. 
 
 The Essence of all Being, then 
 
 May show in ways beyond our ken. 
 
 To say that we who pass away 
 
 Alone Real Being may display, 
 No true philosophy allows. 
 
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 The God who never sleeps nor slumbers, 
 Some dreamers fain would find in numbers. 
 Man number derives from material things 
 Which light to human survey brings, 
 Dispersed or grouped in Time and Space. 
 Here Thought doth Being's vestment face, 
 By which His Person is revealed 
 Whose Essence is from sight concealed. 
 (Man's person man both serves and cumbers.) 
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 In Thought's abstractions no life lies 
 Though abstract thought 't is marks the " wise." 
 Who " God is Principle " doth say, 
 An abstract leaves takes God away. 
 It profits not that " God is Love " 
 If One who loves, you thus remove. 
 A building found, a mind implies 
 By whom alone it could arise. 
 Sound reasoning puts God in skies. 
 
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 Grim Schopenhauer shook his fist 
 At Hegel's God : " Does not exist ! " 
 
 This shows that Schopenhauer's mind 
 
 No God he liked could ever find ! 
 
 But call God, " World's Idea-Will," 
 
 And his God-cravings you fulfil. 
 
 His mind can prove whate'er he wants 
 
 That more may be, he never grants. 
 Well ! what he lost, he never missed ! 
 
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 Idealist himself he thought 
 But strange Idealism taught. 
 
 His lofty flights led him to curse 
 
 And will to end the Universe. 
 
 The Creeds for precious truths he 'd sift 
 
 But cast their ark, the Church adrift. 
 
 Resisting evolution higher, 
 
 He fain had set all worlds afire, 
 That Man might find true peace in Naught! 
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 In grand Ideas he was rich; 
 
 His Will could fling him in the ditch. 
 
 He kicked his house-maid down the stairs 
 
 Despised calm Hegel for his prayers. 
 
 With eloquence he was aglow; 
 
 His pages iridescent flow. 
 
 But it was e'er a dreary case 
 
 When he an abstract path must trace 
 
 Pure Logic gave him many a stitch ! 
 
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 'T was Schopenhauer who said well: 
 
 " Christianity has kernel, shell. 
 If shell I often roughly treat, 
 *T is but to seek its kernel sweet. 
 E'en then " (said he) " few men surmise 
 How tough and strong its mere shell is." 
 Yet all his work, as to devotion, 
 Is " painted ship on painted ocean." 
 
 Naught of faith's practice could he tell. 
 
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 Kant's Reason Practical, he lacked ; 
 
 Hence he cut loose from plainest fact. 
 His mental glass, held wrong end to, 
 Diminished all within his view. 
 He " jumped in bush, put out his eyes," 
 And thus he, too, " grew wondrous wise." 
 The world, God's body, deeming low, 
 Why did he let his body grow? 
 
 Was brain, or just his theory, cracked? 
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 He stopped with thought's arithmetic; 
 
 At all thought's algebra he 'd stick. 
 From thought would Hegel the sensuous delete ; 
 With Schopenhauer, the thought 's concrete. 
 With Hegel, therefore, loth to struggle, 
 He called his Logic " verbal juggle." 
 Thus one leads mind up to God's throne, 
 The other proves all worlds man's own 
 
 Idea, 'till mind and heart grow sick. 
 
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 No man can lose a bosom friend 
 
 And not feel poorer to life's end. 
 Cause man to lose a God above, 
 And from his soul goes so much love. 
 No longer trusting in The All, 
 The world appears an empty skull! 
 In face of babe and man we see 
 If food doth or doth not agree. 
 
 From souls anaemic, Lord defend! 
 
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 These thinkers both are based on Kant, 
 Hence both will readers never want. 
 
 But Hegel was an optimist, 
 
 Schopenhauer, a pessimist. 
 
 An optimist the doughnut sees, 
 
 The pessimist the hole doth please. 
 
 Both hole and doughnut surely are ; 
 
 The optimist gets the better fare 
 His eye sees with a better slant. 
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 Both optimism and pessimism 
 
 Reveal in point of fact a schism 
 Like action and reaction. Each 
 Alone, to full truth doth not reach. 
 One must the other e'er reverse 
 To active keep the universe. 
 In what 's done by the whole machine 
 The meaning of its parts is seen. 
 
 Full truth is found in no one " ism." 
 
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 A crooked glass is pessimist, 
 
 A perfect glass is optimist. 
 A face by evil passions scarred, 
 But finds this life a burden hard. 
 A face that inner goodness shows 
 All radiant through life's troubles goes. 
 A crooked glass can't be made right, 
 But crooked minds can change o'er night 
 
 And seek the good that they have missed. 
 
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 Let mind (if science tangle all), 
 
 Fall back on Reason Practical. 
 Man needs no higher truth to seek 
 Than what makes strong instead of weak. 
 Said Grant, " First gather evidence, 
 Then fight and trust hi Providence." 
 No victory was ever won 
 By waiting till all facts were known; 
 
 Mere greed of knowledge caused Man's Fall. 
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 Practical Reason shows a Will 
 
 That thinks and acts not doubting still. 
 
 It shows Thought working actively 
 
 To make itself felt outwardly. 
 
 It wills to make Good manifest 
 
 By giving All its very best. 
 
 For Good for self it does not call, 
 
 It will but share the Good of All 
 As it must share with All, their 111! 
 
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 Man's mind is conscious God in man, 
 
 In vain for God men matter scan. 
 
 Man's mind, bereft of thought of God, 
 
 Is mortal as the merest clod. 
 
 If one would free his mind from doubt, 
 
 Just Knock ! He '11 find God " hi " not " out " ; 
 
 For 't is in Him we live and move, 
 
 His witness in our hearts is love 
 
 This not to know, is God to ban. 
 
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 As God reveals Himself to Man, 
 Our Race perceives just what it can. 
 Faith's basic truths stand verified 
 By application ages tried. 
 Our Reason's very highest flight 
 Must stop far short of Heaven's Light; 
 Yet what, by proof, we surely know, 
 Inspires our souls with celestial glow, 
 As conscious workers in God's plan. 
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 God but exhales ! Ten million whirls, 
 As worlds or stars, through space He hurls. 
 God but inhales ! In eager strife 
 They plunge into the Fount of Life. 
 Each part of All 's an entity 
 No part, as All, can poorer be ! 
 Could Tune e'er wreck what 's in each one, 
 God's life had stopped ere ours begun 
 Snapped were the cord that threads life's pearls I 
 
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 Just think one million worlds ! When done, 
 
 Denote them by the figure " i." 
 Erase that " i " and naught is left 
 But God, of all we 've thought bereft! 
 To us this may seem loss of all 
 To God the loss may be but small ! 
 Vast concepts, that may daze the wise, 
 No terrors have for suckling's eyes 
 
 They knock card-houses down for fun. 
 
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 Unless God dies in man from birth, 
 We live hi God beyond this earth. 
 
 Each part 's included in the whole 
 
 *T is true of body, true of soul. 
 
 Parts diverse in each unity 
 
 Keep individuality; 
 
 Con-fusion is not in God's plan, 
 
 God coexists with Christ and Man. 
 Each spark of Spirit has its worth. 
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 Each drop of water in the sea 
 
 Shows myriad animalculae ; 
 Each one of them 's an entity 
 Aware of its identity. 
 No consciousness, when life is rounded, 
 Shall ever find itself con-founded. 
 The words of the Te Deum soar 
 Afar to Time's remotest shore 
 
 They hold good through eternity. 
 
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 Just fancy drops convened at seal 
 
 A drop says: " Water 's my Idea; 
 But join to that this Will of mine 
 And you explain surrounding brine." 
 The drops adjourn without the Notion 
 That 's summed up in the one word Ocean. 
 The Notion of Humanity 
 Is clear to some who God can't see, 
 
 Or feel his All-Identity. 
 
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 The " Religion of Humanity " 
 
 Is so near Christianity, 
 That it would seem perversity 
 The sheer perversion not to see. 
 It only fails to rise on wing 
 Because it lacks a live mainspring. 
 Particulars can't stand alone, 
 Their Universal must be shown. 
 
 Thus God looms up eternally. 
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 For Humanity's cult, F. Harrison 
 
 (Like Esau, Isaac's hairy son), 
 Once craving Bread, (Theol'gy in dotage), 
 His Christian birthright gave " for pottage." 
 But Holy Church holds relics, stones, 
 And truth revives e'en faith's dead bones. 
 Her stray truth-hunters yet shall yearn 
 For their old home and glad return, 
 
 When reason faith's work carries on. 
 
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 Like-Unlike, are reciprocal; 
 Alone, they can't be thought at all. 
 
 From what but varies, we advance 
 
 To things opposed, at a glance. 
 
 Comparison shows things unlike, 
 
 Whose likeness yet impresses sight. 
 
 In difference, identity, 
 
 And then new difference, thought doth see, 
 All opposites together fall. 
 
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 In polar opposites combined 
 
 The power of battery we find. 
 Man 's forced to reason just because 
 The world 's discordant in its " laws." 
 To grasp a thing, we first must know 
 What opposites that thing doth show; 
 Then seek the higher unity 
 For factors contradictory. 
 
 'T is thus we rise from sense to mind. 
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 Real contradiction but incites 
 
 To find what opposites unites. 
 Each side has its inherent use, 
 Bi-unity doth naught con-fuse. 
 To yield, each side 's forever loth, 
 The truth both serve, includes them both. 
 Who cannot take both by the hands, 
 True place of neither understands. 
 
 " The Country grows by party fights ! " 
 
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 Our country sends forth troops to kill, 
 
 And diplomats, the strife to still. 
 (No peace can be without good will ; 
 With men of bad will, peace is nil.) 
 In finite realm, where all 's ajar, 
 There ever will be peace and war. 
 Though arbitration peace command, 
 By force alone decrees will stand. 
 
 Who sees with but one eye, sees ill! 
 
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 Twelve hours of light, twelve hours of dark 
 Make up the day, by earthly mark. 
 
 They correlate, not disagree 
 
 A unit in duality. 
 
 Nor good nor bad alone may stand, 
 
 All things have opposites at hand. 
 
 Related to myself I 'm " I " 
 
 But also " I " to others by. 
 For each, its other we remark. 
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 Day ends with night, night ends with day, 
 Twin sides of one harmonious play. 
 
 Death thus with life, and life with death, 
 Are both involved in every breath. 
 Nothing exists without its other, 
 The two are one, like father-mother. 
 Who knows but lif e, all death must hate ; 
 While Reason sees but change of state 
 Not life but body fades away. 
 
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 Denial 's night, belief is day, 
 
 They cannot part, though strive they may. 
 Should atheist go to savage brother, 
 They would not really like each other. 
 All men in common much must see 
 Ere they can kindly disagree. 
 Who in debate in temper flies, 
 That he 's in strait, doth all apprise. 
 
 For Doxy, both " Ortho " and " Hetero " play. 
 
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 In opposites that fright the soul, 
 How does our reason view the whole? 
 It says, to neither we belong, 
 We are, by both, but helped along. 
 *T is I who sleep, and I who wake, 
 In life and death the same course take. 
 My opposites exist through me, 
 I both as incidental see ; 
 Nor one or other me control. 
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 Of body, man begins to tire, 
 
 Long ere years " three-score, ten " expire. 
 His mental powers show clear and bright 
 As long as brain and body 's right. 
 When Kodak's work is poorly done, 
 We test the lens and not the Sun. 
 Poor music a great artist brings 
 From harp with worn or broken strings ; 
 
 By death set free, Man rises higher. 
 
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 Seventeen-year locusts may be found 
 By perfect shells upon the ground. 
 The locust 's like the live ideal, 
 The cast-off shell stands for the real. 
 Reality naught lasting shows, 
 Th' ideal through the ages goes. 
 The real is but the fleeting form, 
 Th' ideal, 't is, supplies the norm 
 Reality e'er flickers round. 
 
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 All peoples who earth's soil have trod, 
 Have felt the presence of a God. 
 The rare exceptions to this rule 
 Are tribes resembling ape or fool. 
 No people great did ever rise 
 Who felt no mind throughout the skies. 
 Reluctant souls who can't thus mount, 
 In history, for little count; 
 Depressed, through life they hopeless plod. 
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 To minds religious, all we see 
 Is ruled by God in harmony. 
 
 In all earth's music that we hear, 
 
 Discord to concord 's ever near. 
 
 Thus that which " is " and " ought to be " 
 
 But interact, not disagree. 
 
 'T is thus the world-process doth thrive, 
 
 Kept never torpid, e'er alive. 
 The choice we make 's our destiny. 
 
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 God's world-process defies man's thought! 
 
 An age but seldom gets what 's sought. 
 What one age sows, another reaps 
 When son his sire's ideal keeps. 
 What twenty years might bring about, 
 Ten years may see quite crowded out 
 By new cross currents, that confuse 
 The public mind and change its views. 
 
 World's-Process shows man 's great, man 's naught ! 
 
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 We see in the objective world 
 
 The good prevail, then backward hurled. 
 
 This contradiction, we are taught, 
 
 'Tween good that is and yet is not, 
 
 To mind an endless progress shows 
 
 To actualize the good man knows 
 
 Gives man a guide in what he ought 
 
 To be, if worthy life be sought. 
 By mind this standard is unfurled. 
 
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 The end for which the world exists 
 Accomplished is ; yet ne'er desists 
 The world from working to its end. 
 One-sided youth the world would mend; 
 There 's but one way to set it right 
 To improve ourselves by day and night. 
 Its beauty shows to loving hearts, 
 Its ugliness, where love departs. 
 Like day and night, each side persists. 
 
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 God's purpose in this world, we see, 
 
 Is to give chance to you and me 
 Both good and evil here to find, 
 That we may act with open mind, 
 And choose our service, with free will, 
 On side of good or side of ill. 
 Whichever side we help along, 
 Apart from God there 's nothing strong 
 
 His will prevails eternally. 
 
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 Whoe'er is good at any task, 
 
 World-process serves, though under mask. 
 The good are seldom good at all, 
 The bad oft in their badness fall. 
 Some are quite good at doing bad, 
 Some bad at doing good 't is sad ! 
 Or good or bad, who does his best, 
 To Providence may leave the rest 
 
 The world-process no more doth ask. 
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 Who '11 neither seek nor take advice 
 
 Must later surely pay the price. 
 A spider poison makes 'mid flowers 
 Where bees sip honey by the hours. 
 Nor bee nor spider e'er can change ; 
 If man could not, we 'd think it strange. 
 Where consequences are too ill, 
 Men quickly find they have free will 
 
 To give up e'en their fondest vice ! 
 
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 All doubt regarding man's free will, 
 
 In practice, is not hard to still. 
 Free is man's conscious will alone, 
 Sub-conscious will 's with God at one. 
 Each mortal will its free course takes, 
 Immortal will makes no mistakes. 
 Boys' wills are free to act in school, 
 Yet work and discipline o'errule. 
 
 School's end through freedom boys fulfil. 
 
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 The artist who strives against mistakes 
 
 Feels free in all he undertakes. 
 
 Who ignorant, doth art's laws brave, 
 Is, to his faults, a very slave. 
 The man whose will 's with God at one 
 Feels himself free and not undone. 
 Freedom exists alone through law, 
 As Kant and Hegel plainly saw. 
 
 Law, will protects, not free will breaks. 
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 Man's will is free through acts to range ; 
 
 To think it not, doth mind derange. 
 Who wills a thing, or will not will, 
 In either case, he must will still. 
 Man can all will, save will to love, 
 Since Love, as God, is will above. 
 For some things willed, man long must try, 
 As when man willed that he would fly. 
 
 Without free will life would seem strange I 
 
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 Some " other " is for everything; 
 
 Its " other " to it fast doth cling. 
 'Tween opposites the bond to find 
 Explains each " other " to the Mind. 
 'T is here Free Will comes into play, 
 To one or t' other giving way. 
 Man fights his fight, reaps his reward, 
 But none may the Great End retard 
 
 Equation will solution bring. 
 
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 Both God and devil, One for aye, 
 In all sound thought together stay. 
 (He surely some wrong way hath trod 
 Who devil feels more near than God I) 
 This Great Bi-Une makes night and day, 
 All 111, all Good (thus saith Isai'). 
 Who thus doth hold of Heaven-Hell, 
 He, only, knows his Logic well, 
 Whate'er weak sentiment may say. 
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 " There is a place of tears and woe 
 
 To which earth's wicked souls must go " ? 
 
 There is a place of crime and sin, 
 
 'T is now each criminal within. 
 
 To heaven or hell none ever go, 
 
 We " settle there " while here below. 
 
 'T is this that makes our life worth while ; 
 
 Not dreams of some enchanted isle, 
 Nor place where fires eternal glow I 
 
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 Each man within prepares his place, 
 For future joy or his disgrace. 
 
 Each must his place in future find 
 
 With such as are of his own kind. 
 
 The ocean's vapors thus we see 
 
 To sea flow back eternally. 
 
 Here good and bad are strangely mixed ; 
 
 Next starting-points 't is here are fixed. 
 Our next life 'mid our sort we face ! 
 
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 Malicious critics spend their days 
 Detracting from then- neighbors' praise. 
 Their victims may grow patient, good ; 
 The critic's fate is understood. 
 His only pleasure to give pain, 
 His brutal daring makes him vain. 
 In willing unto others Hell, 
 He puts himself therein to dwell, 
 'Mong those who cursing go their ways. 
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 Some shut their eyes and take their ease, 
 
 Serenely doing as they please. 
 Because their debt but slowly grows, 
 They think the account will never close. 
 The more they their own sins forgive, 
 The less will they let others live. 
 Then* own lives hiding in the dark, 
 They others force to toe the mark, 
 
 By every means that can displease I 
 
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 Harsh words are like a boomerang, 
 Who sends them forth must feel the pang. 
 They do brief harm to whom they go, 
 Returning, 't is they deal the blow. 
 Who sends them out, or near or far, 
 His soul and face betray the scar. 
 None harbors thought of hate intense 
 And keeps the face of innocence 
 Harsh lines betray the hidden fang. 
 
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 'T is cruel to such souls, to let 
 Them in their scorn their deeds forget, 
 Since all, for every evil word, 
 Must hourly answer to soul's Lord. 
 " Christ ! God ! O help ! " they wildly cry, 
 When consequences they feel nigh; 
 But all must reap that which they sow 
 As merest child on earth may know 
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 Can they who sore have misbehaved, 
 Or here, or elsewhere, e'er be saved? 
 Man can turn now from what he fears, 
 And stain of sin wipe out with tears. 
 Great Dante tells of one who died, 
 And e'en in Hell, maintained his pride. 
 " Thy will be done," God's children pray; 
 An evil will afar must stay 
 Self -doomed unto the state it braved I 
 
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 " For sin against the Holy Ghost 
 There 's pardon none." He 's surely lost 
 Who his own light within puts out 
 By wilful sin or stubborn doubt. 
 By " Holy Ghost " the Church doth mean 
 The common bond God-Christ between. 
 God's Holy Spirit in the heart, 
 To each man gives, in Christ, his part. 
 That tie man severs at his cost. 
 
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 Each one is author of his fate, 
 
 An evil fate for all who hate. 
 
 " I hurt myself," the infant cries; 
 The evil doer 's not so wise. 
 Like tree, so life is judged by fruit, 
 A brutal life 's self-lashed like brute. 
 The Christ in man is good to all 
 To self, to others, great and small, 
 
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 Who here obedience will not choose, 
 
 Cannot with decency refuse 
 To bide his own decree, and move 
 Apart from servants of the God of Love. 
 Frail servants, e'en the best may be, 
 But, serving, they gain liberty 
 From snares of self while here on earth. 
 True heaven in their hearts finds birth 
 
 Who life's great gift do not abuse. 
 
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 Most piteous in Dante's hells 
 Are those, of whom the poet tells, 
 
 Whose heads, on shoulders, are reversed, 
 
 So that they ever see the worst 
 
 Of lif e its years gone by 
 
 And live them o'er in agony. 
 
 Why, on the past, reflect in sorrow? 
 
 We live to-day, can live to-morrow; 
 A cheerful heart bright days foretells. 
 
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 The future scan with laughing eyesl 
 " Man, only, laughs," 't is thus he 's wise. 
 If, on the morrow, you topple o'er, 
 Just quickly rise, and laugh the more. 
 " Man is the laughing animal " ; 
 Then, who can't laugh 's not man at all 1 
 Life 's not a baleful tragedy, 
 But just the soul's Divine Comedy 
 That 's planned to end in glad surprise. 
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 Man's nature makes him stand erect, 
 Not move " on fours " with face deject. 
 His eyes are set to look before, 
 Thus, on what 's past, to dwell no more. 
 Tune drives us onward year by year, 
 Why look behind? There 's naught to fear 
 In what is past. It 's dead and gone 
 Ahead, life's victory 's to be won! 
 Look straight ahead. You '11 land detect ! 
 
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 The past is now, to be forgiven, 
 The future 's now to enter heaven. 
 Thus past and future God doth see, 
 Thus should they be for you and me. 
 Naught 's gained by putting off the day 
 When we our soul's just debt must pay. 
 Who of the morrow no thought takes 
 But daily with his God peace makes, 
 His soul 's alive with the true leaven. 
 
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 Of solar system, sun is soul, 
 It sees no shadows where orbs roll. 
 Man's soul, filled with Religion's light, 
 Bids darkness flee and sees no night. 
 No finite thing can shadow throw 
 Into a soul with light aglow. 
 The Sun of Soul in man can save, 
 In life, hi death, beyond the grave. 
 The point of view decides the whole. 
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 The prince of darkness ever hies 
 
 From solar radiance in the skies. 
 Who dwells in light ne'er sees the dark, 
 (Who dwells in darkness, stars may mark !) 
 God's X-ray penetrates within, 
 His eye 's too pure to behold sin. 
 From finite limits free, the soul 
 May see God's splendors 'fore him roll. 
 
 Earth's discords end in harmonies. 
 
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 The sun 's more mighty, far, than wood, 
 
 Yet shutters may its light exclude. 
 Hence feeble man, no one can doubt, 
 May close his blinds and keep light out. 
 No power exists 'neath heaven's span, 
 To thwart the will of one bad man. 
 The world would fall, if wilful fools 
 Could, without hurt, transgress its rules, 
 
 And share the fortunes of the good. 
 
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 Man's conscious mind, warped, criminals makes; 
 But, hypnotized, their thinking takes 
 
 A different course. They '11 sermons preach 
 
 Which naught but purest morals teach. 
 
 Though consciously, they 're evil, crude, 
 
 Subconsciously, all men are good. 
 
 To all, God is so very near, 
 
 That evil seems a thin veneer. 
 Bad habits hypnotism breaks. 
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 All fright intense may hypnotize. 
 It may from accident arise, 
 
 Disease, or terror of beast's claw, 
 
 Or from the sentence of the law. 
 
 " Death-bed repentance," we suspect 
 
 Omniscient God may not reject. 
 
 'T is thinkable that something worse 
 
 Befalls one e'en to end perverse, 
 Who sullenly, or mocking, dies. 
 
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 " Thank God, I 'm good," cries Pharisee, 
 " Why are not other men like me?" 
 " Thy pardon give," prays Publican, 
 " I 've sinned 'gainst Thee and fellow-man ! " 
 God gives no warrant to espy 
 And neighbors' faults to magnify. 
 Who, wilful, spreads unhappiness 
 What power in earth or sky can bless, 
 Or now, or in eternity? 
 
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 True worshippers, it 's understood, 
 Deny they are, they would be good. 
 A scoffer may not doubt he 's better 
 Without, than with, Religion's fetter; 
 Both appetite and self-will guard 
 From all that points him heavenward. 
 His conscience holds him safely far 
 From pledge that might with impulse jar. 
 Religious minds he scorns as crude. 
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 No one is good but God alone I 
 
 The good in man is only shown 
 By glad obedience to the laws 
 Of home and country, and each cause 
 That seeks on earth good will to spread, 
 And order keep, like that o'erhead. 
 Above, true order 's kept at cost 
 Of ruin where the orbit 's lost. 
 
 No other outcome there is known. 
 
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 We don't discuss the needs of art 
 With those who have for art no heart. 
 Why then discuss affairs of Church 
 With those who leave her in the lurch? 
 Who 'd joyous smile, not weep or frown, 
 To see the meddling thing go down, 
 That seeks to curb with talk of sin 
 Man's cunning schemes his ends to win. 
 In selfish life, Church hath no part. 
 
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 The Church that operates by man 
 
 Has man's perfection for her plan. 
 She 'd make him strong, yet reverent, meek, 
 To do the Good, The Good to seek. 
 Though scarred by man's infirmities, 
 These make him feel the Church is his. 
 His power to mould for good or ill, 
 Inspires his soul and proves his will, 
 
 Since finite aid is in God's plan. 
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 The Notion of scholar, artist, priest, 
 Implies attainments high at least. 
 The Notion, Church, the thought implies 
 Of Him whose glory fills the skies. 
 When hearts beat warm for any cause 
 Men organize and set up laws. 
 If by man's fault the work 's beset, 
 This makes true souls more loyal yet. 
 True zeal 's by troubles but increased. 
 
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 No critic creates works of art, 
 He lacks the impulse and the heart. 
 The critic but exception takes ; 
 The artist earnest effort makes. 
 A critic lives by " but " and " if " 
 Two words that chill all ardor stiff. 
 Who waits to see the Church all right, 
 Will, long before, bid earth good-night. 
 He '11 take in it nor lot nor part. 
 
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 Some go to Church to commune with God, 
 Some wait to meet Him 'neath the sod. 
 It 's all at last a thing of choice, 
 The doubter can't in God rejoice. 
 (Though love with virtues adorns life, 
 Who Woman doubts will ne'er take wife.) 
 Enthusiasm must find friends, 
 Alone it splutters, cools and ends. 
 Alone, a dreary path is trod. 
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 The Church enjoins naught from the skies, 
 She wills the Good and bids it rise. 
 Christ says His Kingdom is within, 
 'T is there we conquer death and sin. 
 Who atrophies his psychic power 
 How shall he pass through his last hour? 
 Whate'er contracts a man's own soul 
 Impairs the force that keeps him whole. 
 A wise man guards against surprise ! 
 
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 Skill comes but to the practised hand. 
 
 Discussion ne'er can give command 
 Of power that exercise brings forth ; 
 Applied religion sole, has worth. 
 Buddha was wise and good indeed, 
 But Buddhists lack set prayer and creed. 
 They meditate, instead of pray, 
 And, passive, dream this life away. 
 
 Work, live and pray ! is Christ's command. 
 
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 Religion it is vain to talk 
 With one determined not to walk 
 Or exercise in any way 
 Along the path from day to day. 
 A man who simply talks or reads 
 About the letter of the creeds, 
 But shuns the discipline, can he 
 E'er strengthened by religion be? 
 Such methods real religion mock. 
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 The forces by which now are wrought 
 
 The wonders of inventive thought 
 Are immaterial to sight 
 And only known by Reason's light. 
 'T is largely but a thing of taste 
 What force is used, what let to waste. 
 The few may work with compressed air, 
 But all can test the force of prayer. 
 
 Some ignorance is dearly bought. 
 
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 Religious talk 's a game of chess 
 
 To fill an hour of idleness. 
 Religious lif e one always knows 
 Not by what 's said, but what one does. 
 The irreligious love to fence 
 O'er Creed or Bible's evidence, 
 But never deign to lift their eyes 
 In prayer to Heaven to make them wise 
 
 They " know too much," they thus confess. 
 
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 Religion is no thin veneer, 
 
 That cracks and fails when danger 's near. 
 Instinctively, men void of creed, 
 Commit their souls to God in need. 
 'T is storm, not sunshine yields the test 
 Of what by consciousness is confessed, 
 When, startled into prescience, 
 Man's soul breaks loose from bonds of sense, 
 
 Knows God is near and all doth hear. 
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 Alas ! that men, when asked to pray 
 
 Should oft in pity turn away. 
 Material forces all respect, 
 Though spiritual forces they reject. 
 They spurn the mighty inmost tether 
 That binds God, world and man together. 
 The force that 's latent in the soul, 
 Which prayer shows under our control, 
 
 Helps make the best of life each day. 
 
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 Far more, alas! that when some pray, 
 Their thoughts afar should helpless stray, 
 Unwitting how, with concentrate mind, 
 To heaven's ear the way to find. 
 The source of goodness, joy or sin, 
 Is not outside man, but within. 
 Environment but aids the seeds 
 Within the soul, if grain or weeds. 
 Nothing without makes good men stray. 
 
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 Auto-suggestion now men call 
 
 The in-turned thought potent for all. 
 
 That silent thought our soul doth bless 
 
 And reaches others in distress. 
 
 When man to God thus turns in thought, 
 
 By Christ, in man, the blessing 's wrought. 
 
 No idle word is ever lost; 
 
 No earnest word is idly tossed 
 In empty space, fruitless to fall. 
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 Some people are quite hard to please, 
 (Say those who ne'er say prayer on knees !) 
 They '11 view an infinite of suns, 
 As nightly round the pole it runs, 
 And feel no thrill as part of all 
 Nay, scorn their part 'cause 't is so small 1 
 A junior partner in such firm, 
 They 're positive, is but a worm ! 
 They hold it sane to doubt and freeze ! 
 
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 By sound, or written sign of sound, 
 Mind touches mind, the world around. 
 
 Two forms this shows, the one is speech, 
 
 The other music, with wider reach. 
 
 Speech rests on understanding's ground, 
 
 In music, intuitions sound. 
 
 Subconsciously, both tune and verse 
 
 One root share in the universe ; 
 Both spring from Absolute Being's ground. 
 
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 One goes on foot to bear a letter; 
 
 Another rides, the pace is better. 
 A letter goes by boat or tram 
 And thus the time 's reduced again. 
 The message next, a wire doth bear; 
 Then goes, by wireless, through the air. 
 To thought-transference all doth tend, 
 And some minds now have reached this end. 
 
 Time may retard, but can't mind fetter. 
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 Man's frame is evolution's flower. 
 
 His mind sheds perfume, hour by hour, 
 In form of thoughts, that silent flow, 
 As, like soft breaths, or gales, they blow. 
 From every flower, from each man's head, 
 May sane or noxious influence spread. 
 A Burbank's art may plants perfect, 
 Religion can the man correct. 
 
 Man needs but try God's saving power. 
 
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 Each thought makes changes that remain 
 
 Impressed on matter of the brain. 
 These cogitative records lie 
 In brain as source of memory. 
 As thought thus moulds a world that 's seen, 
 It well may work on worlds unseen. 
 Worlds, endless, outwardly unfold, 
 Worlds without end, within are rolled, 
 
 Man stands at neither end of chain. 
 
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 That thoughts may reach a " distant " mind, 
 
 As by brain wireless, all may find. 
 Desire or need brings this about 
 The thing occurs beyond a doubt. 
 That this should be, why wonder we? 
 Why it 's yet rare 's the mystery ! 
 'T is likely best we concentrate 
 Our thoughts on work in present state, 
 
 Lest to near duty we grow blind. 
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 Ethereal bridges span the breaks, 
 
 When spirit, flight to spirit makes. 
 Thus common understanding sings 
 Of human souls as separate things. 
 'T is matter that asunder flies, 
 The Spirit 's One, through earth and skies ; 
 All parts vibrate within One Whole, 
 Thus soul may touch another soul, 
 
 Concentrate thought, alone, this takes. 
 
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 Great Swedenborg announced the laws 
 
 Of spirit-world in mystic clause ; 
 
 " In spirit, Thought doth presence bring: 
 And Love unites." Full many a thing 
 That mind of man of heaven conceives, 
 He, while yet on this earth, receives. 
 World-laws a miracle don't spurn, 
 From miracles world-laws we learn; 
 
 Before one doubts, he long should pause. 
 
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 In mind-cure man projects his share 
 Of psychic force through viewless air. 
 It reaches far, but farther still 
 Conjoined to the Almighty Will. 
 Thence man derives the power, a force 
 To wield, drawn from its boundless source. 
 With power thus from the fountain charged, 
 In scope and measure thus enlarged, 
 Man's works may with his Lord's compare. 
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 " I said to myself," is often heard, 
 " I thought to myself," sounds not absurd. 
 Thus used to self, within to turn, 
 The All to meet there, why not yearn? 
 Mind works in prayer just as in sleep, 
 Which doth brain-action dormant keep. 
 Brain-action clogs the mind with sense, 
 Alone, mind's power is oft immense. 
 For this, " I '11 sleep it o'er " 's, the word. 
 
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 In sleep, though, man but suffers all 
 
 To run itself whate'er befall. 
 In prayer, he actively doth place 
 His need before the " Throne of Grace," 
 Submerging self within the All, 
 Whose aid he feels the power to call. 
 That prayer is heard 's by none denied 
 Who 've with " expectant attention " tried 
 
 To enter their soul's sacred hall. 
 
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 Prayer's technic should be taught by rule, 
 
 As well as form, in Sunday School. 
 With closed eyelids, uplifted eyes, 
 (Found helpful, sense to hypnotize), 
 Feel Holy Spirit in the soul ; 
 Through Man-Christ, go to God (the Whole) ; 
 Repeat a Collect. (If that fetter 
 Use any words that you think better) ; 
 
 You '11 feel the Power that doth o'errule. 
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 Avoid all " repetitions vain," 
 
 But, if not vain, say o'er again, 
 'Til, memorized, each precious word 
 Re-echoed from the heart is heard. 
 Nor poetry nor music lose 
 When artist every strain reviews ; 
 Devoutly he goes o'er the whole 
 Until it blossoms in his soul. 
 
 True prayer 's inspired like music's strain. 
 
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 Musicians joy to improvise, 
 
 But in set forms they mount the skies. 
 
 What 's written down and oft well played 
 
 By that the artist-soul is made. 
 
 The songs of Greece still move the heart, 
 
 Immortalized by Homer's art. 
 
 The true oration 's deeply planned, 
 
 Then poured from heart with feeling grand ; 
 No offhand speech with such power vies. 
 
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 The word that 's used may matter not 
 
 If sense of the Unseen be caught. 
 Yet words, that ages long survive, 
 Thus surely prove themselves alive. 
 Such words may touch the secret springs 
 Of power, heredity that brings. 
 All words by noble souls long loved 
 Surpass words Time 's not yet approved. 
 
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 Relate each name and word that 's used 
 In prayer, to some thought, unconfused, 
 Of the All Power within the heart, 
 In which Man, Christ and God have part. 
 The only way to strengthen soul 
 Is consciously to feel the Whole 
 Of what, from sight deep hidden, lies 
 Within the world that meets the eyes; 
 Thus receptivity 's induced. 
 
 " God moves in a mysterious way "; 
 
 We change the current when we pray. 
 If we but let things take their course, 
 By chance, we may feel lightning's force. 
 Results direct if we would see, 
 Prayer is our Franklin's kite and key. 
 No mortal knows just what he '11 get, 
 But fishes good will fill his net 
 
 No fervent prayer e'er goes astray. 
 
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 The man who only prays through priest, 
 
 To prayer 's indifferent, at least. 
 No man eats from another's hand 
 While he can walk, or he can stand. 
 The priest is doctor to the soul; 
 What he prescribes may make us whole. 
 Nor priest nor doctor all can do, 
 The patient, too, must help pull through. 
 
 From prayer, soul's bread, why e'er desist? 
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 Each hour leaves traces of earth's dust 
 Upon the soul; hence, cleanse we must 
 The soul with frequent prayer, lest grime 
 Collect to form the soil for crime. 
 Souls clean, lives open, frank and free, 
 The watchwords are of liberty, 
 Without which, man, whate'er he have, 
 Drags out his life, to fears a slave, 
 With naught wherein to put his trust. 
 
 316 
 
 Who truly thinks that he 's self-made, 
 
 May go on trusting to self -aid; 
 For he who 's brought himself thus far, 
 Should nothing let his record mar ! 
 Should ever his own right arm fail, 
 'T is time enough to hoist the sail 
 Of prayer and draw on secret power 
 To pull him through when perils lower; 
 
 Some only pray when they 're afraid 1 
 
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 But he who knows how very small 
 
 His own place is, within the All, 
 Will strengthen arm with ring and pole, 
 And seek, by prayer, to strengthen soul. 
 For soul and body, exercise 
 Alone, increase of strength supplies. 
 The means prescribed, the taste will suit 
 Of all who crave the Spirit's fruit. 
 
 Neglect of means oft ruins all. 
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 Prayer 's waste of breath if not sincere, 
 
 All fervent pray in sudden fear. 
 Most all can join in prayer that 's said 
 By priest beside a dying bed. 
 It 's a relief to put prayer off 
 When one is well nay lightly scoff 
 At Church and priest and holy things ! 
 When strong of foot, why preen soul's wings, 
 
 Or take one's thought from pleasures near? 
 
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 Prayer straightway takes who prays hi hand, 
 Confirms his will by self-command ; 
 Develops that for which we long, 
 To make and keep us calm and strong. 
 By prayer we may ourselves connect 
 With Power Supreme, and so reject 
 Temptation's wiles, that else would charm 
 Our wills to weakness and soul's harm. 
 Unaided how shall mortal stand? 
 
 320 
 
 " Prayer is the soul's sincere desire," 
 
 Or moved by love or anger's fire. 
 Love's prayer cannot but others bless, 
 While anger's must ourselves distress. 
 Offences often must needs come, 
 But woe to him who brings them home. 
 Fulfilled must be the law's decree 
 But not, let 's pray, by you or me 
 
 As instrument of heaven's ire ! 
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 Prayer 's uttered in each strong desire, 
 
 If low we aim, or high aspire. 
 
 Mere prayers of impulse seize the mind 
 Inspired by moods of every kind. 
 Each one 's a blessing or a curse, 
 And curses make the curser worse 
 " Like chickens coming home to roost "- 
 So runs a proverb often used 
 
 To show the work of anger's fire. 
 
 322 
 
 Good prayers are fruitful, like good seeds, 
 111 wishes choke the soul like weeds. 
 With goodness we must fill the mind, 
 Or little reason there we '11 find. 
 When temper's flare is not withstood, 
 Rank poison taints and tints the blood ; 
 The brain 's inflamed with angry spite, 
 And reason vanishes in night; 
 Its warnings temper never heeds. 
 
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 The face grows hard, and ashen pale, 
 The breath comes fast as driven gale. 
 None can the tempest still, save He 
 Who calmed the storm of Galilee. 
 The storm that 's let to run its course 
 Subsides, when it has spent its force ; 
 But, on the face, deep lines appear 
 By passion's sculpture limned there 
 Where'er the soul within doth ail. 
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 There 's beauty in serenity 
 Whate'er the features chance to be. 
 A gentle spirit makes the face 
 Delight all eyes with charm of grace. 
 A radiant soul enthralleth all 
 Upon whom its bright smile may fall. 
 And what such souls to others send 
 They do not lose, but simply lend. 
 They share with all in amity. 
 
 325 
 
 We oft accept, in early youth, 
 What science holds for sober truth. 
 
 It chills the marrow, hardens hearts, 
 
 Till all uplifting thought departs; 
 
 Belittles men to ephemerae, 
 
 With outlook narrowed to a day. 
 
 For wise old age, this has no charms ; 
 
 Warm life yet left, seeks that which warms. 
 Uplifting thoughts alone then soothe. 
 
 326 
 
 (A boy I knew, to himself once thought: 
 
 " The truth 's by orthodoxy taught, 
 Since doctrines known as orthodox 
 Have had to stand the hardest knocks ; 
 By Understanding ne'er o'erthrown, 
 Survival Fittest they have shown; 
 What stands thus, though it sense displease, 
 Somehow with deepest truth agrees." 
 
 To metaphysic he was brought !) 
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 Full oft reflective minds have found 
 Themselves as on tree-branch 'bove ground, 
 And, craving mental liberty, 
 Have sawed themselves clean off the tree. 
 But, bond of continuity 
 Destroyed, no unanimity 
 Of doctrine may men, severed, find 
 To help them act as of one mind. 
 Mind's ancient truths alone are sound. 
 
 328 
 
 Or true or false, that is the crux! 
 What misdirected life rebukes 
 
 Is Truth, though clad in motley guise 
 
 (Truth's bill of fare must appetize !) 
 
 Material facts must not reject 
 
 What human nature may correct; 
 
 For human life is more than meat ; 
 
 A life that 's good, has savor sweet. 
 There 's much that 's false, though true it looks I 
 
 329 
 
 True and correct are oft confused 
 When words are inexactly used. 
 
 We err to say a man is sick; 
 
 The phrase conceals a verbal trick. 
 
 No doubt a sick man sick may be, 
 
 But man as Man, is healthy, free. 
 
 To say man 's sick may be correct, 
 
 But that it 's true, thought must reject, 
 The Notion, Man, is thus abused. 
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 Truth says, Each thing must coincide 
 With its true Notion, naught beside. 
 
 A thief, indeed, in thief we see ; 
 
 When we think Man no thief is he. 
 
 An unjust God there never was ; 
 
 His Notion includes justice, laws. 
 
 True, some while briefly earth they trod, 
 
 Have felt themselves more just than God- 
 Sure mark of ignorance or pride I 
 
 331 
 
 Both bird and beast correctly see 
 Earth, fire and water, rock and tree. 
 A man befogged is led by dog 
 In safety through a perilous bog. 
 Ten thousand years hence man may know 
 High truths his Reason 's still below. 
 But we must follow Reason 's flight, 
 Or grope in Understanding's night 
 And strive, like beast, correct to be. 
 
 332 
 
 Correctness of his senses, man 
 
 Must take as basic in his plan. 
 But Reason, in astronomy, 
 Shows that no rise of sun can be. 
 Denying witness of his eyes, 
 Astronomy thus makes man wise. 
 Religion 's just as sound in root 
 By Reason planned to bear good fruit, 
 
 With work for fruit the Church began.
 
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 Who talks but loosely sure is lost 
 
 When line 'twixt talk and thinking 's crossed. 
 What for the truth is often passed, 
 But mere correctness proves at last. 
 Much is correct, as judged by sense, 
 That 's untrue by thought's evidence. 
 The danger 's greatest when we rise 
 To judge, by sense, things 'bove the skies 
 
 And Reason's faith aside is tossed. 
 
 334 
 
 The Creeds show Truth at Reason's height, 
 
 Though not correct to daily sight. 
 The doctrine meets the needs of all, 
 Unlearned, learned, great and small. 
 This work of ancient Reason's stood 
 Because it 's worked a lasting good. 
 True students in Religion's school 
 Must put in practice every rule 
 
 By which our nature 's bent to Right. 
 
 335 
 
 Some naught of Hamlet's Truth will know, 
 Unless Correct, the tale you show. 
 
 Religion asks that you and me 
 
 Not mere on-lookers, actors be. 
 
 To act, means practice long, and skill; 
 
 Demands of Church, hence, some take ill. 
 
 Who acts on stage, may earn his penny, 
 
 But act for soul! Who 's sure there 's any? 
 " All Creeds are false," oft men avow. 
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 Who acts his part upon the stage, 
 
 May other thoughts, 'tween tunes, engage; 
 
 Religion bids us act each minute 
 
 The play is on and we are in it! 
 
 Zounds ! keep that up, and sure as fact, 
 
 We '11 soon become that which we act! 
 
 'T is thus the Church " becomes a bore "; 
 
 Like Oliver Twist, she cries for more 
 What wonder that the heathen rage ! 
 
 337 
 
 By faith, through need, man takes his food, 
 Though how it help 's not understood ; 
 Yet starving souls with scorn or strife 
 Reject the Master's Bread of Life. 
 They sense narcotic in His Cup 
 To numb the brain of all who sup. 
 They risk their cash to reach wealth's goal, 
 But take no chance to enrich the soul. 
 Why better be while they feel good? 
 
 338 
 
 St. Paul to Corinthians did state, 
 That " Spiritual things come late." 
 Vast aeons of prehistoric time 
 May have preceded truths sublime 
 With which all history doth begin ; 
 Of God and Judgment, Virtue, Sin, 
 And conscious Immortality 
 In doom or in felicity ; 
 And all the thoughts that make man great.
 
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 E'en Herbert Spencer lived to find, 
 " 'Mong prehistoric men, great Mind." 
 Our food for thought holds many a crumb 
 That down to us from them hath come ; 
 The syllogistic Trinity, 
 Man's innate Immortality, 
 That Freedom only breathes through laws, 
 And mind eternal is sole Cause, 
 By priests of Egypt were defined. 
 
 340 
 
 More than six thousand years ago 
 Were framed the mythic tales we know. 
 Intent on civilizing man, 
 And training huii to live by plan, 
 " Saints " left these tales, to teach and guide, 
 (In forms conducive to race pride) 
 By deeds of Demi-Gods before, 
 Combined with much of wisdom's lore. 
 The tales inspired man's will to grow. 
 
 In " Uncle Sam " or " Jonathan " 
 The world sees our composite man. 
 John Bull and Japhet, Ham and Shem, 
 Such demi-gods are, all of them. 
 From some man's traits, the type arose, 
 By which his people history knows. 
 Methus'lah " lived " nine hundred years, 
 A shorter lif e now John Bull fears I 
 Not persons, " dynasties " we scan. 
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 The back of " Alephant " we 're told 
 Once did the world's vast rondure hold. 
 Well! Aleph marked the Taurus star 
 What time Sun rode in Taurus' car. 
 This shows, six thousand years ago, 
 Wise men astronomy did know. 
 Discoverers of the best we have 
 Our betters are, though long in grave. 
 In vain we scorn those men of old. 
 
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 The moral law we find deduced 
 From data Father Time produced 
 Catastrophies, both great and small, 
 And things that hap' to one and all. 
 Thus cosmic terrors live in rites 
 And ceremonies ; Scripture cites, 
 In allegory, much that we 
 Find proved by our astronomy. 
 To guard this, secrecy was used. 
 
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 Both " Testament " and " Covenant " 
 The same thing mean, learning must grant. 
 The meaning of both words is seen 
 Where ecliptic and equator co-vene. 
 Old Testament with the " Bull " began, 
 The " Fishes " date the " Son of Man." 
 The " Ram " of Exodus came between, 
 As from " Lamb's blood on door " is seen. 
 The " Man with Pitcher " soon we '11 chant I 
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 Astronomy 's here in disguise, 
 Safe-guarded for the good and wise. 
 The " Bull's " two thousand years outran 
 Long ere the Exodus began; 
 The tribes for " Calf " as symbol longed, 
 When Moses' absence was prolonged. 
 They little cared for calendar, 
 When from old home they were afar, 
 And Aaron hearkened to their cries. 
 
 346 
 
 Christ-Horus in Egypt, when the Sun 
 Was in the " Bull," was full well known. 
 His reign when Sun was in the " Ram " 
 Still marks the seed of old Ab-ram. 
 His reign in " Fishes " (Fish-head mitre) 
 Marks Jesus' Church (may God unite Her !) 
 Christ's word (through Jesus) ponder o'er; 
 " E'en Abraham I AM before ! " 
 Three times two thousand years thus run. 
 
 347 
 
 From dying " Lamb," year twenty-nine, 
 The " Fish of Jonah " is the sign 
 
 Of Son of Man and God's own Son. 
 
 To A. D. twenty-one eighty-one. 
 
 Then Jesus can't supplanted be 
 
 For once for all He set men free, 
 
 Revealing unto common eyes, 
 
 The temple's ancient mysteries 
 With sacrament of Bread and Wine. 
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 " Sweet-Light " M. Arnold was reverent, wise. 
 
 Yet Christianity in his eyes 
 Was far too " local," far too " small " 
 To stand for faith including All. 
 " 'T is something we can't do without 
 " Nor with," he cried, perplexed with doubt. 
 Such thought " Surf Lines " would seem to meet, 
 And Jesus, the Christ's true faith repeat, 
 
 Whose depth and breadth may well surprise. 
 
 349 
 
 The Holy Church of ancient time 
 To initiates gave her truths sublime. 
 
 The simple folk received the truth 
 
 In tales impressive e'en to youth. 
 
 The Christian Church did long maintain 
 
 Her secret Order, to explain 
 
 The mysteries of the Church on earth 
 
 To men of wisdom and of worth, 
 That order was suppressed by crime I 
 
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 Where Higher Critics, to a man, 
 
 Now end, Initiates once began. 
 Our Higher Critic is destructive 
 Just where Initiates were constructive. 
 Since opposites we bi-une reckon, 
 Both " structive," these two form one de-con. 
 Yet " deacons " now are seldom wise 
 Enough to see truth with two eyes, 
 
 As in the ancient Church's plan. 
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 The Temple, in Time's mutations, failed 
 To keep alive its wisdom veiled. 
 
 Lest priceless things should be forgot, 
 
 Their letter was held by the bigot; 
 
 For bigotry, like arsenic, 
 
 Though fatal to what 's alive or quick, 
 
 Yet dead forms age-long doth preserve. 
 
 'T is thus, to tunes that may deserve, 
 Great truths through ignorant times have sailed. 
 
 352 
 
 Wrong-wise explained, the truth of creeds 
 Wrong-wise upheld yet helps soul's needs. 
 To prove wrong explanations wrong, 
 But helps the truth of creeds along. 
 Traditions, ignorant, swept away 
 Creeds' metaphysic 's clear as day. 
 E'en matter's formulas surprise, 
 As much as creeds, unlearned eyes. 
 All symbols' value lies in deeds. 
 
 353 
 
 " I know what Christians print in ink, 
 But what, as Christian, do you think ? " 
 Thus said to me a Jew one day. 
 " 'Twixt Christ and Buddha, tell I pray, 
 The diff'rence!" Theosophist did ask. 
 Thus I attempted " Surf Lines' " task, 
 That some weeks' effort now has cost. 
 Or I have won or I have lost, 
 'T was pleasure at Thought's springs to drink. 
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 The East shows less of what man can, 
 Thus more of instinct, less of plan. 
 Compared with what the animal does, 
 Man little power o'er body shows. 
 Low forms of life replace limb, head, 
 Whose loss leaves man or maimed or dead. 
 Man matter rules in external things, 
 From wood and steel evolves his wings. 
 Here Christian nations lead the van. 
 
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 The Orient teems with devotees 
 Who action 'numb with philosophies 
 
 That float them high o'er all that creeps 
 
 In inert Matter's ocean deeps. 
 
 Over against these Argonauts, 
 
 Alcyonaria tempt our thoughts. 
 
 Ind's nautili drift life away, 
 
 Christ's " coral workers " build each day 
 Cathedral isles defying seas. 
 
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 Faber's " Origin of Idolatry " 
 
 (No matter what his theory) 
 Full copiously doth facts recite 
 That show all Faiths first had one rite. 
 'T is clear, now, Egypt's Lodge was first, 
 And there the mysteries were rehearsed 
 Which offshoot Lodges thence did show 
 In India, Thibet, Mexico. 
 
 At one originally all we see. 
 
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 Why did they build Great Pyramid? 
 " In others, mummied kings were hid ; 
 
 Ergo, they piled Great Pyramid's stones 
 
 To house a royal pharaoh's bones" (!) 
 
 Such reasoning, if one dare risk, 
 
 As well explains the obelisk 1 
 
 My obelisk-thermometer, 
 
 Shows it gnomon of astronomer? 
 " Heat measuring was obelisk's purpose, hid " (!) 
 
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 Mere novice in Masonic rites 
 In Pyramid's tubing clearly sights 
 
 Initiation's galleries 
 
 Combined with reference to the skies. 
 
 Intent to make men good and wise 
 
 Is plainly shown to knowing eyes ! 
 
 Piazzi Smyth's discov'ries stand; 
 
 His " views " wide credence can't command 
 The theme far deeper search requites. 
 
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 When Lodges became separate, 
 
 Their work did differentiate. 
 In Thibet, Catholic missioners found 
 So much that stood on Christian ground 
 That, lest th' unlearned it perplex, 
 Th' " Report " was placed on the Index 
 Expurgatorius, so-called 
 (In Purgatory 't will be recalled !) 
 
 Time was not ripe to see things straight. 
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 Ind's Chrishna 'rose from Lodge antique 
 Whose source (like that of Mysteries Greek) 
 Was Great Initiation's pile, 
 Still viewed at Gizeh on the Nile. 
 Nor Egypt's Christ, nor Chrishna, shows 
 O'er plainly in what daily goes 
 Along in trade or politics, 
 Where greed and cunning intermix; 
 But Buddhist nations have proved weak. 
 
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 The public things that most displease 
 Concern life's externalities. 
 
 That 't is not feathers make the bird, 
 
 Is homely saying often heard. 
 
 'Twixt Buddhist and Christian there 's within 
 
 A diff'rence deeper far than skin. 
 
 That diff'rence plainly shows to eyes 
 
 When we compare philosophies; 
 Buddhism shuns life's activities. 
 
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 The East has never wanted time 
 In which to work out arts sublime; 
 
 Yet logic, and astronomy, 
 
 Geology and chemistry, 
 
 In crumbled ruin mutely tell 
 
 Where East was left when Egypt fell! 
 
 While East slept, as in fairy tale, 
 
 Columbus, daring, hoisted sail 
 And Newton, thought's vast heights did climb. 
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 The West is learning from the East 
 To like what, home-bred, sore displeased. 
 Who but of late scorned Christian Lent, 
 To fast like yogi now's intent; 
 Who 'd not let Church curtail his pleasure 
 Takes Hindu abstinence without measure. 
 (Thus, New York wedding near " went to dickens " 
 When ship came late with, foreign chickens 
 Which, only, could give zest to feast 1) 
 
 364 
 
 What 's foreign to us need not be best! 
 
 The East is yielding to the West. 
 The East vast views of soul supplies 
 Which West will focus for Eastern eyes. 
 When West doth Eastern thought digest 
 *T will pay East back with interest 
 The West ne'er lacked essential truth. 
 The hoary East renews its youth 
 
 In Western garb becoming dressed ! 
 
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 The East is wondrous to Western eyes 
 
 She hypnotizes serpent-wise. 
 Though East naught practical devise, 
 From West she all her wants supplies. 
 Her calm wins reverence, she takes our coin, 
 Our scriptures to her own doth join, 
 But should she take in all the West 
 'T is sure the West she '11 ne'er digest 
 
 She '11 conquered be by her own prize ! 
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 There *s peril to superior race 
 
 When, by inferior, it would trace 
 Out higher concepts of the soul 
 Than lie in its own sacred scroll. 
 East can't, like West, high thought condense, 
 Though, spread out thin, East's looms immense. 
 The truth set forth in Bhagavad-Gita, 
 The words of Jesus sum up neater 
 
 Nor can neglect His words efface. 
 
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 Egyptian theosophy doth teach : 
 
 " Throughout all spheres' remotest reach, 
 
 From low to high no good doth rise, 
 
 'T is high to low all good supplies." 
 
 Hence highest faith that we can find 
 
 Extant in Western civilized mind 
 
 To that faith we should loyal kneel, 
 
 Defend and from it seek our weal. 
 What West 's achieved. West 's faith doth preach. 
 
 368 
 
 By fruit it is we know good tree ; 
 Means to good end my faith must be. 
 
 From doubt and trial no relief 
 
 Is found but in a fixed belief. 
 
 Who fails to fix belief in aught 
 
 Will nothing sow, and so reap naught. 
 
 What, with whole heart man believeth true, 
 
 That faith for him will wonders do 
 To strengthen, hearten, make him free. 
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 No man can build faith from the first, 
 He '11 die before he 's slaked his thirst ! 
 
 Who from faith's framework dares cut loose 
 
 Naught universal will produce. 
 
 Hold fast to trunk of ancient tree ; 
 
 Thus anchored, enjoy liberty. 
 
 Improve, with zeal, your theory 
 
 Of source and end of what you see, 
 But crave not all to see reversed 1 
 
 370 
 
 Doth someone ask: " But where start in?" 
 
 Why not where life you did begin? 
 Your father's creed is in your blood 
 In many ways that makes for good ; 
 But heed all promptings of your soul 
 Toward better place to serve the whole. 
 If all " field-service " you deem rash, 
 Judiciously contribute cash 
 
 Though Satan most fears priest who 's thin ! 
 
 371 
 
 In Bhagavad-Gita, " One " and " Two," 
 
 Man's duty to his kin we view. 
 In "One," Arjuna doth describe 
 The ills of war 'twixt tribe and tribe : 
 " With loss of tribe goes loss of faith 
 And family ties, too, face their death." 
 In "Two " doth Chrishna make reply: 
 " Whate'er exists, though slain, can't die ;" 
 
 " When your caste calls, your duty do I " 
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 " 'T is not things outward make the Jew;" 
 The same 's of Christian, Buddhist, true. 
 What makes one weak, another strong, 
 Doth not at last to blood belong. 
 Of outer turmoil naught is found 
 When Ocean's deepest depths we sound. 
 What underlies the Saxon will 
 E'er 's proved the strongest, proves so still. 
 Enduring things are hid from view. 
 
 373 
 
 Lo! Egypt's geometric Angles go 
 With Saxons (" Isaac-sons ") to and fro; 
 For work of Saxons (Stone men) blends 
 With lofty geometric ends. 
 E'en Jacob's pillow, formed of stone 
 Still 's held by Anglo-Saxon throne. 
 The Anglo-Saxon spirit 's stood 
 Age-long, despite mixed strains of blood. 
 Soil, spirit and speech stamp race, we know. 
 
 374 
 
 To Jew, Christ Macrocosmic lies 
 Enthroned above all suns in skies. 
 Sometime in splendor, He, as King, 
 Millenial glory to earth will bring. 
 To Christian, such as St. Clement, 
 " Not being cosmic," Jesus went 
 'Mong men " as cosmic," thus to show 
 How men God's Christ, within, may know. 
 Each, Jew and Christian, t' other implies. 
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 If God as object you would view, 
 Remark the science of the Jew. 
 
 Jehovah, central, doth command, 
 
 Circumferent th' Elohim stand. 
 
 Diameter's ratio to circle lies 
 
 Personified here in the skies. 
 
 Music Subjective Christian art 
 
 Makes man feel God within the heart ; 
 The truth that Jesus did renew. 
 
 376 
 
 Bi-unity (though sore abused I) 
 
 'Twixt Jew and Christian's \incon-fused. 
 
 The Christian Bible is the tether 
 
 That binds the two for aye together. 
 
 The Testaments, both Old and New, 
 
 Unite these opposites in one view. 
 
 Though strife o'er " Christ in Man " 's not done, 
 
 In music we 're already one, 
 True music ne'er true souls a-mused. 
 
 377 
 
 Both Moses and Aaron in Egypt learned 
 The Temple wisdom that in them burned. 
 The Karast (or Christ) Whom well they knew, 
 As Adon, the Bible brings to view. 
 Though Jew fought Jew in days of old, 
 As Christians have fought wars untold, 
 *T is ever goods or politics 
 O'er which his faith man contradicts 
 With hand against his brother turned. 
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 The Revelation Jesus made 
 
 Occult Egyptian truth displayed. 
 In fundamentals, now we see 
 That Hindu and Jew with Egypt agree, 
 Though thought of different type of mind 
 Developed by Jew and Hind' we find. 
 James and Peter by Jerusalem stood, 
 While Paul Egyptian thought reviewed. 
 
 Initiate Gnostics a role here played. 
 
 379 
 
 A link 'tween Jew and Egyptian lies 
 
 In what Jews learned from Babylon's wise. 
 
 E'en Zoroaster we may see 
 
 Outcropping in the Pharisee. 
 
 The Christian Fathers admitted, free, 
 
 Their debt to Greek philosophy. 
 
 The Sibylline Books showed time was ripe 
 
 For synthesis of a new stripe. 
 Crass ign'rance alone this truth denies. 
 
 380 
 
 Converted, Paul's great synthesis 
 Embraced truths hid or held amiss. 
 Hence Paul, as at Jerusalem viewed, 
 By Peter was " hardly " understood. 
 Much that now seems Patristic juggle 
 Was but amalgamation's struggle. 
 In midst of all the verbal strife 
 Men died the death, men lived the life, 
 True Christian faith was shown in this. 
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 To Buddhist the Ideal 's the Real, 
 
 The Real alone 's the Jew's Ideal. 
 To Jew Christ comes but seen by eyes 
 With fire and trumpet in the skies. 
 Yet if God's Reflex fills the sky 
 His glory must within us lie. 
 Reflections of man's mind and soul 
 Show how each man reflects the Whole. 
 
 Within, without, All 's One, we feel. 
 
 382 
 
 What 's truly Real is e'er Ideal, 
 
 The true Ideal alone is " Real." 
 Material " realities " 
 Involve mind in perplexities. 
 Though Christian, Jew and Buddhist fight 
 'T is but as blinded by the Light. 
 They shield their eyes with colored glasses 
 And bray o'er colors like dull asses. 
 
 To I AM, " Light of World," all kneel. 
 
 383 
 
 'Tween Protestant, Jew and Catholic, 
 
 The difference pierces to the quick. 
 
 Yet some are parts and One 's the whole 
 
 What 's One, each answers to his soul. 
 
 No part may say to other, indeed, 
 
 " Of thee " (as Paul writes) " I 've no neec 
 
 Who some religion has, at least 
 
 In that doth differ from dumb beast. 
 
 This rose bright blows 'mid thorns that prick. 
 
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 To make Religion's orchestra, 
 
 Forms most diverse together play. 
 Though differing widely in His sight, 
 The Leader will have all play right. 
 Thus e'en the sound of fetish drum 
 Thrills woods with sense of things to come. 
 Some forms stand near, some far from Throne, 
 The ensemble 's heard by God alone 
 
 In Man's devotions, night and day. 
 
 385 
 
 Enough of externalities, 
 
 Affinities and differences ! 
 With clear eye let us strive to see 
 What Jesus has done for humanity. 
 He stopped priest's shambles and the suttee 
 From blood-stained rites hath set man free. 
 For Home, State, Faith, though Christians fight, 
 To kill 's not worship, e'en when right. 
 
 War more humane grows by degrees. 
 
 386 
 
 Where reeking altar once did rise, 
 The holy spire points to the skies. 
 
 Where gongs once drowned stark horror's yells, 
 
 Now chime the sweet-toned Sunday bells. 
 
 By suffering, still, redemption 's won, 
 
 But death to sin doth now atone. 
 
 He who on Calvary bled and died, 
 
 Hath stayed long ages' bloody tide. 
 Now justice sees with mercy's eyes.
 
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 From prehistoric times has come 
 
 To us full many a precious crumb 
 Prepared all minds to appetize, 
 And thenceforth, silently make wise. 
 At history's dawn we see all wrecked 
 That once was framed truth to protect. 
 All India, Greece and Mexico 
 Those ancient tales, distorted show, 
 
 Oft sensual, horrid, now become. 
 
 388 
 
 The " Aryan " inroad from the north 
 O'erturning all, destroyed the worth 
 
 Of Egyptian tales that marked the birth 
 
 Of civic order o'er all earth. 
 
 Interpretation's key thus lost, 
 
 Each tale survived but as the ghost 
 
 Of former self. Then poets made 
 
 Them into " legends " that displayed 
 Mere wit and fancy, from thenceforth. 
 
 389 
 
 'T was " Aryans " (Hewitt's " Myths " doth show) 
 Who dealt these tales the fatal blow. 
 
 Their moral, scientific sense 
 
 Was lost on " Aryan " mind, then dense. 
 
 Great symbols, now personified, 
 
 Became men, grossly magnified. 
 
 To Plato, myth meant " wicked tale," 
 
 As Ingersoll thought Jonah's whale I 
 No fact as deep as myth can go. 
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 Who minus whale, can't save his soul 
 That whale should surely swallow whole I 
 
 Who 'd lose his faith for that one whale, 
 
 In common-sense must surely fail ! 
 
 Meanwhile, astronomy doth show 
 
 A meaning to that whale few know; 
 
 " Cetus," with " Fishes " in accord, 
 
 Doth mark the era of our Lord 
 The star-groups speak, from pole to polet 
 
 391 
 
 The Aryan " race " is a modern myth 
 Of which Philology 's the pith. 
 
 But Abel's works have clearly shown 
 
 Egyptian back of all tongues known. 
 
 The opposites involved in thought 
 
 Egyptian always forward brought. 
 
 Thus, if we would make " fast " a horse, 
 
 He may be whipped, or tied, of course : 
 Egyptian thought 's here shown forthwith. 
 
 392 
 
 That cleavers cleave, we know; but how? 
 
 Man " cleaves " to man, " cleaves " bough from 
 
 bough. 
 
 This philosophic speech exact 
 Was once on Nile a living fact. 
 In Sanscrit, too, Egyptian 's traced, 
 But, as in Western tongues, defaced. 
 Who knows Egyptian, ever feels 
 All other speech " run down at heels." 
 
 Thought-fitting speech is outworn now! 
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 Egypt, alone, preserved a thread 
 Of life in things elsewhere long dead. 
 When out of Egypt, God called His Son, 
 Recovery's work we see begun. 
 " Signs " hidden long from prudent, wise, 
 Were now revealed to suckling's eyes. 
 The suckling ne'er could grasp the whole, 
 But gladly heard what fed his soul, 
 And reverently received Life's Bread. 
 
 394 
 
 Some strongly hold the mind of child 
 
 Is by the Bible stories spoiled. 
 
 He who thinks thus quite plainly shows 
 
 How little he the child-mind knows. 
 
 Imagination is its joy, 
 
 Alike hi play or talk or toy. 
 
 Full many noble lives have sprung 
 
 From Bible stories said or sung, 
 
 In childhood sweet and undefiled. 
 
 395 
 
 Imagination life inspires, 
 
 Ideals purify desires. 
 
 Man lives by law or else by love, 
 And love stands ever law above. 
 The statutes that the law enacts 
 Are based upon hard, cold, dry facts. 
 Love sees with optimistic eyes, 
 The soul of love in mercy lies. 
 
 Imagination feeds love's fires. 
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 Man's understanding is the foe 
 Of what through reason he may know. 
 Imagination is the friend 
 And prop of reason to life's end. 
 For reason never deems aught known 
 Ere, clearly imaged, it is shown. 
 A natural child e'er shows the mood 
 To welcome images of good, 
 Nor asks If tale or toy be " so." 
 
 397 
 
 Who '11 make a child his Christmas keep 
 With Santa Claus banned from his sleep, 
 We can't expect to keep his paws 
 Off loftier forms than Santa Claus. 
 May n't Goodness be personified 
 When human pride is deified? 
 The truths that in our bosom glow, 
 How but by type shall others know? 
 With beast why see? With beast why reap? 
 
 398 
 
 " Of such is heaven's kingdom," said 
 The Christ, with hands upon the head 
 Of little child. Through every stage 
 Of evolution, to our age, 
 Each body goes ere it is born, 
 From 'Plasm to the ape we scorn. 
 Should e'en a single link be lost 
 The body maimed in life is tossed. 
 Thought, too, the historic path must tread. 
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 " As twig is bent the tree 's inclined," 
 The feeling, in the child defined, 
 
 Who lacks, will later haidly find 
 
 Religion open to his mind. 
 
 All understanding stands aghast 
 
 Before the Unknowable so vast. 
 
 'Less understanding reason heed, 
 
 Reason can't help it in its need. 
 Reason and faith are intertwined. 
 
 400 
 
 Ripe Ibsen made a start, we know, 
 
 His Julian, Christ above, to show. 
 He sought the facts, and at the end 
 Chagrined e'en Archer, his strong friend. 
 This " Sagittary " deemed Ibsen weak 
 To thus find Christ, when he did seek 
 A pagan, to restore to earth 
 The things that make life living, worth. 
 
 Sad I Ibsen Archer did outgrow! 
 
 401 
 
 Eusebius's History shows 
 
 How Gospels and Epistles 'rose. 
 The Bible, holy men of old, 
 Did write as by God's Spirit told. 
 Lo I Virgil, Dante, Milton, all, 
 Upon the heavenly muses call. 
 Said Walter Scott, " I plainly see, 
 My best work 's done not by, through me " 
 
 A truth that each great artist knows ! 
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 The Power by which we food digest, 
 Shall it not help man think his best? 
 Call Bible but a fairy tale; 
 In writing it, did God's help fail? 
 'T was Spirit divined spirit's food, 
 To tame the fierce, refine the rude. 
 When heart is sick with all that 's real, 
 God's spirit shows man the Ideal, 
 Man does his part God does the rest! 
 
 403 
 
 Of Ewald, the critic, we are told, 
 (Though heretic him many hold), 
 
 New Testament he deemed most worth 
 
 For wisdom, of all books on earth. 
 
 Its spirit, he did warmly own, 
 
 Came straight to man from God's own throne. 
 
 He saw its letter did but kill; 
 
 He found its spirit living still, 
 And worthy to be writ in gold. 
 
 404 
 
 The Bible helps man's soul to thrive, 
 No " priestcraft " could such work contrive. 
 There 's warmth within its pages old, 
 Neglect it and the life grows cold. 
 'T is like an animal of earth 
 Whose fur alone is great in worth. 
 We prize the tales that make its skin, 
 But treasure most the life within 
 Yet o'er its letter man will strive ! 
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 Its spirit is a tongue of fire, 
 
 Inspiring good and high desire. 
 It heeds the weak and comfort brings, 
 O'er mourner spreads the Almighty wings. 
 It bad men makes more wicked still, 
 Inflaming their own evil will. 
 They scoff at it with base delight, 
 And fling themselves in endless night, 
 
 Self-willed and poisoned through with ire. 
 
 406 
 
 'T is known that cultured man's best food 
 Is just what 's best for people crude. 
 The Bible still is just as good 
 As when the walls of Luxor stood. 
 There 's much that 's cooked to modern taste 
 In which the substance goes to waste. 
 Religion " superfine," like bread 
 Too white, but leaves man underfed ; 
 By Hygiene, white bread is tabooed. 
 
 407 
 
 The songs of birds ofttimes come near 
 To what in music we may hear. 
 
 Yet bird songs never reach the art 
 
 That in man's music thrills the heart. 
 
 In human institutions, art 
 
 And nature widely are apart. 
 
 True manhood's plane surmounts the real, 
 
 And shapes all life by an ideal 
 From which, once felt, no soul can veer. 
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 Pray read " Disciple of a Saint." 
 A Saint 's but one who '11 toil and faint 
 To help the world at large to feel 
 That the Ideal 's all that 's real. 
 Of matter, he who knows enough 
 Must doubt if it is even " stuff "; 
 For stuff, with vortex, hard connects, 
 Though science " stuff us " till it vex. 
 Queer sort of world doth science paint. 
 
 409 
 
 In truth, none live upon the real, 
 What each man does, shows his ideal. 
 Ideals live in idols strange, 
 From words to images, that range. 
 Unless we can the thought unfetter, 
 We idols make of word and letter. 
 Devout fools' folly often brings 
 Contempt on Signs of sacred things 
 Toward which high minds most reverence feel. 
 
 410 
 
 Truths Plato learned by study hard, 
 Are known to babes from sacred bard. 
 The study of the Bible shows 
 The height of all that reason knows. 
 Therein, in guise of simple tale 
 Tune's cycles stand within a veil. 
 Each miracle shocks common-sense 
 To stir the mind to thought intense 
 On what it holds for man's regard. 
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 'T is said, " Christ never trod a path 
 Through waters " ; but, of human wrath 
 His power to tread the angry waves 
 Whose fury naught but goodness braves 
 Of this, some men will nothing hear; 
 They will not heed such " fancies mere." 
 Their minds, like crooked glass, reflect 
 But what all must with scorn reject. 
 " Who hath not, loseth what he hath." 
 
 412 
 
 The score of heaven's harmony 
 
 Spread out in nightly sky we see, 
 In notes of gold on field of blue, 
 To him who reads, a rapturous view ! 
 The ancients who the scheme did frame 
 To every star-group gave a name, 
 That deathless writing doth record 
 The story of our Blessed Lord. 
 
 To such high theme approach now we. 
 
 413 
 
 O Virgin Pure, mysterious shrine 
 Whence issued once radiance divine, 
 Celestial type of motherhood, 
 By man adored, not understood ! 
 But for what 's shadowed forth in thee 
 God's thoughts ne'er had reality 
 Put on, nor had creative act 
 E'er realized those thoughts in fact, 
 And caused the starry orbs to shine. 
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 Pure Virgin I Through eternity 
 
 Thou " star of heaven " and earth's blue " sea," 
 The honey, thou, that Samson found 
 In Leo's carcass to abound. 
 The riddle of the Egyptian Sphynx 
 Grows clear to him who deeply thinks 
 Of one whose veil no mortal raised, 
 As Victoress over Leo praised, 
 
 And Mother of the Sun we see. 
 
 415 
 
 Celestial matrix whence came forth 
 Through chaos fallen from the north, 
 The Daystar with His healing ray 
 To renovate the earth for aye ! 
 From thee we learn that God is not 
 In gravel drift, but sunshine sought. 
 Geology confirms the story, Lordl 
 On high writ in Thy starry Word 
 Most ancient record of our earth. 
 
 416 
 
 To " Evolution " there 's mystery 
 In what happ'd " Just 'fore history. 11 
 
 'Neath same conditions, as they 'd evolved, 
 
 All huge mammalia and birds resolved 
 
 To naught in era Pleistocene. 
 
 (When, after chaos, on the scene 
 
 Lo ! Adam steps forth to begin, 
 
 Outside " lost Eden," fight to win 
 His daily bread with drudgery.) 
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 Had ruin covered half the earth, 
 Then, glacial theory had worth. 
 
 But since, at once, 't was everywhere, 
 
 This explanation melts in air. 
 
 So, now, some think men shot all dead 
 
 With weapon known as arrowhead. 
 
 To this antiquity replies; 
 
 Men, too were shot by flints from skies, 
 That riddled earth from out the north. 
 
 418 
 
 The Peruvian " Field of Ages " shows 
 How thousands perished from like blows. 
 Each skull was punctured at the top 
 By piece of flint that naught could stop. 
 Peruvian legend old did tell 
 How, " At review, an army fell 
 Before the very Inca's eyes, 
 Struck down by flints from out the skies,' 
 Thus fact with " legend " ever goes. 
 
 419 
 
 Lo i now in Anglia, East, they find 
 
 Skull prediluvian of man refined. 
 Men's bones fixed fast to roof of caves 
 Show they were swept within by waves ; 
 Woods petrified with nuts on trees 
 Prove Wreck with Hallowe'en agrees ; 
 The roar of matter earthward thrown 
 Still thunders in church-organ tone ; 
 
 Thus sense of symbols is divined. 
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 Though e'en the Church has long forgot 
 What made Job's " sea boil like a pot," 
 'T is shown by geologic talk 
 When science would account for chalk; 
 " 'T was formed when icebergs once did freeze 
 And float around in boiling seas!" 
 Himself a type of World, Job lies 
 In boils and ashes 'fore our eyes. 
 Prove "Job " ne'er lived his Book dies not ! 
 
 421 
 
 Said Cuvier, " Geology 
 
 In records of the rock doth see 
 That some five thousand years ago 
 The earth received a body blow." 
 And Alfred Russell Wallace, too, 
 In " World of Life " brings to our view 
 How sudden ruin once befell 
 All life, as it was prospering well. 
 
 " The fact still seeks its theory." (!) 
 
 422 
 
 Read " Revelation." There revealed 
 
 Initiations are, concealed 
 
 From generations and from ages, 
 But now disclosed in sacred pages. 
 The Pleistocene catastrophe 
 Sublimely figured here we see. 
 With Revelation we should read 
 " Descent to Hell " in the Aeneid. 
 
 By such rites wisdom's sons were healed. 
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 The ritual, Revelation gives; 
 
 In Gospel and Epistle lives 
 The moral teaching, as deduced 
 From spectacles in Lodge produced. 
 More Pleistocene details are found 
 In Isaiah, Joel, Amos t' abound. 
 Read in past tense, their pictures seem 
 But touches faint, of their grand theme ; 
 
 What ruin fallen man survives! 
 
 434 
 
 (The " Waw Conversive " theory 
 
 Beclouds all, here, with mystery. 
 By it, where prophet past tense used, 
 Translated, future 's introduced. 
 And so for prophets* " It hath been," 
 " It shall be " everywhere is seen. 
 From facts of past recalled to view 
 The prophet future lessons drew. 
 
 No past is future history!) 
 
 425 
 
 (And lo, a modern mystery! 
 
 In " Pilgrim's Progress," history 
 Shows Bunyan somehow had recovered- 
 Two hundred years ere 't was discovered ! 
 The ritual of Egypt's " Book of Dead." 
 In Gypsy camps ofttimes, 't is said, 
 The Tinker with Gypsies did converse 
 And long-forgotten things rehearse, 
 
 Which they preserved in memory.) 
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 A Jew, agnostic, said to me ; 
 
 " Naught great but great men can I see." 
 Who follows this into the skies 
 Sees Christ, Sun of our souls arise. 
 In every mortal man is shown 
 That God and Man, through Christ, are One 
 Though differing vastly in degree, 
 In Essence One eternally. 
 
 To live this saves man, sets him free. 
 
 427 
 
 Spectrum analysis doth show 
 
 In stars above what 's here below. 
 
 'T is thus we study man to find 
 
 What 's in the universal mind. 
 
 In our own consciousness we see 
 
 Reflected there the Trinity 
 
 Of Subject, Object and the One 
 
 Proceeding both from " Father, Son." 
 Thus God 's not far from us, we know. 
 
 428 
 
 " An honest man 's God's noblest work "? 
 
 From this true reverence must shirk. 
 " An honest God 's Man's noblest work " 
 Herein true Christian faith doth lurk. 
 Earth's nights turn all things upside down, 
 As was in the Dark Ages shown, 
 When 'fore God distant bowing knee, 
 Thus Christianity we see 
 
 Her base, " To God through Man " invert. 
 
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 " Abaramon," Egyptian priest, thus taught: 
 " The errors of a thing are naught. 
 To rightly judge of anything 
 Its weakness do not forward bring; 
 Do not from failures judge an art, 
 Or aught in which weak man has part; 
 God's Essence He to man supplies 
 Man's inexpertness don't despise. 
 The sacred symbols work without thought ! ' ' 
 
 430 
 
 " For errors all in theurgic technique 
 
 Blame influences inferior, weak. 
 Superior knowledge shows real being 
 While ignorance sinks down to non-being. 
 Man's place upon the spiritual plane 
 He shows by what he may retain 
 Of holy Light and holy Air 
 Invoked within the House of Prayer, 
 
 When we illumination seek." 
 
 When Porphyry asked the use of prayer, 
 Abammon answered thus with care : 
 " Prayer fans our spark of Being Divine, 
 Which then would fain its great Source join ; 
 By prayer we 're to communion led 
 With the All-Power and spiritually fed. 
 Despite our human imperfection 
 We then share the Divine Perfection, 
 And thus inbreathe celestial air." 
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 " The restless Greeks e'er innovate 
 
 And without ballast, fluent prate. 
 Egyptians were the first of men 
 Allotted the Divine to ken. 
 The divine nature doth not change 
 Hence rites accept naught new or strange, 
 But aye retain the archaic word 
 In which the faith at first was heard, 
 
 For something 's lost when we translate." 
 
 433 
 
 " The Egyptian discipline leads the soul 
 To the Creator of the All, 
 
 The One, the Good, in whom we see, 
 
 On one side the Divinity, 
 
 On the other our humanity, 
 
 The two combined in unity; 
 
 Divinity 'fore Thought subsists 
 
 But in unity with man exists." 
 Abammon thus summed up the whole. 
 
 434 
 
 A genius wrote the Hamlet play, 
 To him we proudly reverence pay. 
 Who acts the melancholy Dane 
 He too, our homage deep may gain. 
 But what of Calvary's tragedy? 
 The Drama of all history! 
 Can man from Hamlet wisdom learn, 
 And JESUS not cause his heart to burn? 
 Alas! So runs the world, they say. 
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 Three holy kings of magic came 
 
 Once to a Babe in Bethlehem. 
 When called from Egypt, He 'd learned well 
 What Temple doctors could not tell. 
 He perfect was, e'en to the loss 
 Of His dear life upon the cross. 
 Thus " Christ-ened," unto Him was given 
 A name o'er all in earth or heaven 
 
 Now millions bow before that name ! 
 
 436 
 
 His Soul, one was, with God the Father, 
 Each man on earth He called his brother. 
 He named us " Branches of the Vine." 
 And with us supped on Bread and wine 
 His " Body and His Blood," He said, 
 As wrath of man broke on His head. 
 A Judas realized His fears, 
 And Peter fought, and shed hot tears. 
 Like to this Man was e'er another t 
 
 437 
 
 Though Jesus persecution knew 
 
 At hands of Roman and of Jew, 
 He never thought or knew or felt 
 Worse pain than Inquisition dealt. 
 God's Christ reveals to man Our Father 
 And shows each man to all as brother. 
 Whoe'er with malice gives distress, 
 Him Christ 'fore God will ne'er confess. 
 
 By love Christ's Church Old Rome o'erthrew. 
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 With Christ-in-God, to " sympathize," 
 
 Impossible is to human eyes. 
 Great souls have often given life 
 Devotedly in deadly strife. 
 Of Jesus, shedding bloody tears, 
 No feeling mind indifferent hears. 
 God's Christ, in Jesus incarnate, 
 Sustained Him through His mortal state. 
 
 Thus Jesus, Way, Truth, Life supplies. 
 
 439 
 
 The Words of Jesus face us still; 
 
 He came (as Lord Christ) to fulfill. 
 The " clay and spittle," was not His, 
 'T was used by priests of Semiramis. 
 The " Heart of Virgin pierced by sword " 
 Like Easter, comes from Astarte's Word. 
 Our Protestant Testament at home 
 Holds much we " heathen " see in Rome! 
 
 Thus, strain at gnats, men ever will. 
 
 440 
 
 E'en " El " Osiris (L'azarus) 
 
 Though then deemed dead (as now by us), 
 But slumbered, to our dear Lord's eyes, 
 Who loved him, wept and bade him rise. 
 Then Jesus prayed not for God's ear, 
 " But that those standing by might hear." 
 Not oft His kingdom's mysteries 
 Did Jesus thus show to common eyes, 
 
 'T was with disciples He 'd them discuss. 
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 Old Testament in Adon doth Christ disclose, 
 Through Jesus, man the Father knows. 
 St. Paul (once by Gamaliel taught) 
 Returning from Arabia, brought 
 Word what he 'd found " for ages hid; 
 Christ, glory's hope, Gentiles amid." 
 Eusebius says Christ oft did appear 
 When earth was o'erwhelmed with fear 
 " In form of man God's Christ then shows." 
 
 442 
 
 O Church of Christ, thou river vast, 
 Whose waves shall flow while Time doth last, 
 Thy mighty current yet doth pour 
 Through the same channels as of yore. 
 Thy waters bear bright golden sands 
 Through many climes and many lands, 
 And e'en have overflowed their bounds 
 In many pools on alien grounds, 
 Both now and in all ages past. 
 
 443 
 
 In thee the continuity 
 
 Of noblest human thought we see. 
 Kingdoms and peoples come and go, 
 Their mind and soul through thee we know. 
 As now thy sons love one another, 
 So each must love his ancient brother. 
 Both Time and Space thou dost remove, 
 And bind all ages fast in love. 
 
 Thou art the flower of history. 
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 From east to west, from pole to pole, 
 The Bread of Life thou feed'st the soul. 
 Thou bind'st us to our loved ones gone 
 To that bright realm where God 's the Sun. 
 By rite and ceremony, still, 
 Thou dost inspire the human will 
 With love of God and love of man, 
 As ancient holy men did plan, 
 Inspired by God's light in the soul. 
 
 445 
 
 O Church of Christ ! Through ages past 
 Man's frailties over thee have cast 
 A smoke and pall of ignorance, 
 That hardly left to thee a chance. 
 But this best proves Christ's promise sure, 
 That, built on rock, thou shalt endure; 
 For now again thou dost emerge 
 Full able to withstand the surge, 
 While human rage 'gainst thee shall last. 
 
 446 
 
 There never was a time when all 
 Mankind would hearken to thy call; 
 No age such millions saw as now 
 With reverence before thee bow. 
 Internal diff'rences and strife 
 No longer peril human life. 
 More Christ-like Christians live each day 
 In faith that God wrongs will repay. 
 Now, pagan empires yield or fall.
 
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 O Holy Church! Thou witness, true 
 
 Of all the best, man ever knew; 
 By creed and form and mystic rite, 
 Floating high truths through darkest night ; 
 The simplest child who follows thee, 
 At one with sage and seer may be ; 
 And sweet and pure through life may go, 
 With conscience clean as driven snow, 
 
 And spirit bathed in heaven's dew. 
 
 448 
 
 We love thy altar and thy dome, 
 Thy lectern, with the sacred tome ; 
 
 Thy lofty arch and buttressed pile, 
 
 Thy storied panes and hallowed aisle. 
 
 A Presence high is surely felt 
 
 By all who have devoutly knelt 
 
 Communing with the God within 
 
 Our very soul, His grace to win. 
 'T is here the soul finds her true home. 
 
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 Eternal God ! We worship Thee 
 Though veiled to sight in mystery. 
 
 The sole reality we know 
 
 Behind this fair world's fleeting show. 
 
 The Essence of all Being, Thou, 
 
 Whence Conscious Life through Time doth flow 
 
 Throughout all Space or far or near ; 
 
 'Fore whom we bow in love and fear ; 
 We live and move and breathe in Thee. 
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 Eternal Son of God, His Word 
 
 In Thee, incarnate, blessed Lord! 
 Who patiently did'st suffer all, 
 Before Thee on our knees we fall. 
 Within each heart, Thou, Christ, dost dwell 
 Its Lord (if heaven), its Judge (if hell). 
 Thy teaching shows us how we may 
 Resist all evil, day by day, 
 
 If we but speak Thy mighty Word. 
 
 O Holy Ghost! in substance One 
 
 With God the Father, God the Son, 
 Thy emblem is the brooding Dove, 
 Thy witness in our hearts is Love. 
 *T is peace on Thee, within, to rest 
 With faith of nursing child at breast. 
 Babe asks not what, or whence the force, 
 It simply prays and seeks the source. 
 
 O crush our pride ere life is done ! 
 
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 Great Triune God ! all thinkers see 
 
 Where'er there 's thought, there 's One in Three. 
 
 Philosophy doth naught else teach 
 
 Than what The Faith puts in our reach. 
 
 Our conscious self Thou leavest free ; 
 
 Subconsciously, we live in Thee. 
 
 Let not our souls lose liberty, 
 
 Self-severed from the psychic sea 
 Whose waves roll evermore in Thee !
 
 DaleMcton? 
 
 I Bbammon tbe JEggptian to 
 
 " I pray all holy angels to bestow upon me and thee 
 the unchanging safeguard of true conceptions; and 
 likewise to implant in us forever the everlasting truth, 
 and to provide for us a participation of more perfect 
 conceptions in relation to the Divine Being, in whom 
 the most blessed consummation of all things good is set 
 before us." 
 
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 The modes of subconscious evocation and spiritual illumination 
 used in the sacred (I.e. secret) rites are shown in Jamblichus, " On 
 the Egyptian Mysteries " (translated by Dr. Wilder). Genuine and 
 counterfeit arts of healing (white and black magic) are described 
 in Enaemoser's " History of Magic." The further bibliography of 
 " Surf Lines " is supplied by the Bible, read here attentively but 
 simply as an epic, as one reads the "Iliad," " JEneid," "Divine 
 Comedy," and " Paradise Lost " ; Eusebius' " Ecclesiastical His 
 tory"; Haidane's "Pathway to Reality," Spencer's "First Prin 
 ciples of Philosophy," and the works of Hegel, Schopenhauer, 
 A. R. Wallace, and Bergson. 
 
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