Poem July 22, 1944 Issue

The Universe of Mind

DOROTHEA STURDIVANT FAGAN

There are no heavy-laden
In the universe of Mind,
No refugees from tyranny,
Confused, cast out, or blind;
None looking backward at the clouds
That seemed to hide the sun.
In Mind, the future and the past
With present good are one.

This universe of changeless love
Is built of God's design.
It has no finite barriers,
No mortal boundary line.
Within its many mansions
Mind's pure ideas abide;
Not one can be forsaken,
Not one is left outside.

So let our hearts be lifted up
This glorious truth to find;
For not one sparrow falleth
In the universe of Mind.

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