Our Human Concept

Our human concept of this earthborn lifeIs so intrenched within our every thought,So fortified by error's daily strife,So carelessly and yet so deeply fraughtWith trivial things that only turn our praiseAway from truth and love and liberty,We do not see the lighted lamp of Love,We do not feel the urge of Spirit's claim,We have not learned the righteous way to proveThe unreality of mortal aim.But Love is patient and at last the dreamIs broken and we see its nothingness.We know now that the error did but seem—That waking from the dream is blessedness.

Look up, look up, look to the hills of God,Where nought abides but Truth's reality;There find the full fruition of His Word,The sacred meaning of true victory.

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