OPTIMIST

There is never a dream but it shall come true,

And never a deed but was wrought by plan;

And life is filled with the strange and new,

And ever has been since the world began.

As mind develops and soul matures

These two shall parent Earth's mightier acts;

Love is a fact, and‘ tis love endures

‘ Though the world make wreck of all other facts.

Through thought alone shall our Age obtain

Above all Ages gone before;

The tribes of sloth, of brawn, not brain,

Are the tribes that perish, are known no more.

Within ourselves is a voice of Awe,

And a hand that points to Balanced Scales;

The one is Love and the other Law,

And their presence alone it is avails.

For every shadow about our way

There is a glory of moon and sun;

But the hope within us hath more of ray

Than the light of the sun and moon in one.

Behind all being a purpose lies,

Undeviating as God hath willed;

And he alone it is who dies,

Who leaves that purpose unfulfilled.

Life is an epic the Master sings,

Whose theme is Man, and whose music, Soul,

Where each is a word in the Song of Things,

That shall roll on while the ages roll.