Consciousness Our Dwelling Place

As light doth draw the flowers from the sod,
That they may cover earth with loveliness,
So Truth uplifts the human thought to God,
That we may learn the way of holiness.

As rain revives the flower's drooping head
And we again behold its beauty rare,
So thought by Truth and Love is daily fed
And lifted high to realms serene and fair.

For consciousness our heavenly mansion is,
By Love erected, and by Love supplied
With all things needful for our happiness:
To thoughts unworthy, entrance is denied.

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