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- Poems of Power - 6/17 -

To-day has been the friend of man.

But in his blindness and his sorrow He looks to yesterday and to-morrow.

You and to-day! a soul sublime And the great pregnant hour of time.

With God between to bind the train, Go forth, I say--attain--attain.


Do you know what moves the tides As they swing from low to high? 'Tis the love, love, love, Of the moon within the sky. Oh! they follow where she guides, Do the faithful-hearted tides.

Do you know what moves the earth Out of winter into spring? 'Tis the love, love, love, Of the sun, the mighty king. Oh the rapture that finds birth In the kiss of sun and earth!

Do you know what makes sweet songs Ring for me above earth's strife? 'Tis the love, love, love, That you bring into my life, Oh the glory of the songs In the heart where love belongs!


If you are sighing for a lofty work, If great ambitions dominate your mind, Just watch yourself and see you do not shirk The common little ways of being kind.

If you are dreaming of a future goal, When, crowned with glory, men shall own your power, Be careful that you let no struggling soul Go by unaided in the present hour.

If you are moved to pity for the earth, And long to aid it, do not look so high, You pass some poor, dumb creature faint with thirst - All life is equal in the eternal eye.

If you would help to make the wrong things right, Begin at home: there lies a lifetime's toil. Weed your own garden fair for all men's sight, Before you plan to till another's soil.

God chooses His own leaders in the world, And from the rest He asks but willing hands. As mighty mountains into place are hurled, While patient tides may only shape the sands.


Over and over and over These truths I will weave in song - That God's great plan needs you and me, That will is greater than destiny, And that love moves the world along.

However mankind may doubt it, It shall listen and hear my creed - That God may ever be found within, That the worship of self is the only sin, And the only devil is greed.

Over and over and over These truths I will say and sing, That love is mightier far than hate, That a man's own thought is a man's own fate, And that life is a goodly thing.


Begin each morning with a talk to God, And ask for your divine inheritance Of usefulness, contentment, and success. Resign all fear, all doubt, and all despair. The stars doubt not, and they are undismayed, Though whirled through space for countless centuries, And told not why or wherefore: and the sea With everlasting ebb and flow obeys, And leaves the purpose with the unseen Cause. The star sheds radiance on a million worlds, The sea is prodigal with waves, and yet No lustre from the star is lost, and not One drop is missing from the ocean tides. Oh! brother to the star and sea, know all God's opulence is held in trust for those Who wait serenely and who work in faith.


Words are great forces in the realm of life: Be careful of their use. Who talks of hate, Of poverty, of sickness, but sets rife These very elements to mar his fate.

When love, health, happiness, and plenty hear Their names repeated over day by day, They wing their way like answering fairies near, Then nestle down within our homes to stay.

Who talks of evil conjures into shape The formless thing and gives it life and scope. This is the law: then let no word escape That does not breathe of everlasting hope.


Wise men tell me thou, O Fate, Art invincible and great.

Well, I own thy prowess; still Dare I flout thee with my will

Thou canst shatter in a span All the earthly pride of man.

Outward things thou canst control; But stand back--I rule my soul!

Death? 'Tis such a little thing - Scarcely worth the mentioning.

What has death to do with me, Save to set my spirit free?

Something in me dwells, O Fate, That can rise and dominate

Loss, and sorrow, and disaster, - How, then, Fate, art thou my master?

In the great primeval morn My immortal will was born,

Part of that stupendous Cause Which conceived the Solar Laws,

Lit the suns and filled the seas, Royalest of pedigrees.

That great Cause was Love, the Source Who most loves has most of Force.

He who harbours Hate one hour Saps the soul of Peace and Power.

He who will not hate his foe Need not dread life's hardest blow.

In the realm of brotherhood Wishing no man aught but good,

Naught but good can come to me - This is Love's supreme decree.

Since I bar my door to Hate, What have I to fear, O Fate?

Since I fear not--Fate I vow, I the ruler am, not thou!


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