Here am I sent a wanderer like to thee,
And here a moment ere the night I stand.
The twin eternities—Has Been,
Shall Be— Gird me on either hand.
My joy or grief—the flicker of a
Of some brief insect in the blinding glow!
One moment down the wind my voice shall ring. This, and no more,
I know.
My soul went out amid the ways of men,
By land and sea, and to the stars o’erhead.
I deemed it lost when it came back again. “Is there a God?” I said. “Thou fool,” it answered, “all are truly kin.
God is the Soul of all—no power apart.
God is the spark Divine that glows within The Temple of the Heart.”