THE PEACEFUL KINGDOM

The peaceful kingdom is no island lostIn some remote, uncharted void of seaOr sky. It reigns where darkness has not crossedThe far-flung dawn of Love's simplicityWith crude confines of lust and ruthless deeds.No momentary borrowed happinessIn sin can satisfy the silent needsOf those who sift the sands of lonelinessFor jewels of Soul. Oh, do not close the doorOf recognition on the sweet reposeOf Mind and man, but to the heart restoreThat valiant love which vanquishes all foes.Beneath the worthless dross of sentient strifeThere gleam the substance and the strength of Life.

The peaceful kingdom has no prison wallsOr iron chains; no jealous armies strideIn enmity across its sun-swept hallsOf thought; no sepulcher of sin can hideLove's precious child within a crumbling cellOf crime and callousness. O captive son,There is no tyranny, no death, no hell.That night is past, the siege already won.The liberated heart possesses nowThe cloudless clime of Spirit's sanctity,And matter's warring navies cannot plowThese clear, untrammeled depths of purity.Beyond the ruined fortresses of fearThe turrets of Mind's paradise appear.

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