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 headAnd we again behold its beauty rare,So thought by Truth and Love is daily fedAnd lifted high to realms serene and fair.

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