Optimist

There is never a dream but it shall come true, And never a deed but was wrought by plan; And life is filled with the strange and new, And ever has been since the world began.

As mind develops and soul matures These two shall parent Earth's mightier acts; Love is a fact, and 'tis love endures 'Though the world make wreck of all other facts.

Through thought alone shall our Age obtain Above all Ages gone before; The tribes of sloth, of brawn, not brain, Are the tribes that perish, are known no more.

Within ourselves is a voice of Awe, And a hand that points to Balanced Scales; The one is Love and the other Law, And their presence alone it is avails.

For every shadow about our way There is a glory of moon and sun; But the hope within us hath more of ray Than the light of the sun and moon in one.

Behind all being a purpose lies, Undeviating as God hath willed; And he alone it is who dies, Who leaves that purpose unfulfilled.

Life is an epic the Master sings, Whose theme is Man, and whose music, Soul, Where each is a word in the Song of Things, That shall roll on while the ages roll.