Imperishable Glory

Is peace invaded,Harmony disturbed?Is love usurped,And hounded from the throne?Is all that we hold sacredAnd our own,Buried in desertOf material dearth?

Peace is established,Harmony secure;Love is enthroned,And every gentle thoughtRetains foreverIts integral placeIn our real nature.

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