Since the one MindCreated the universe,None can ever findAny part hostile or perverse.All integrateWithin Love's atmosphere;Having one origin, relate,Each holding other dear.Bird, beast, and flower,Water, wind, and sky,Owning the one power.And you, and you, and I,Summit and culmination of creation,Walk friendly in the compass of Soul's plan,With all in harmony and sweet relation—His treasure, His beloved—Spirit's man.

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