My Religion Of Life Is Always To

Earth, The Mother Of All, Moves On Her Stedfast Way, Gathering, Flinging, Sowing. Mortals, We Live In Her Day, She In Her Children Is Growing.

The Song Seraphically Free Of Taint Of Personality, So Pure That It Salutes The Suns The Voice Of One For Millions, In Whom The Millions Rejoice For Giving Their One Spirit Voice.

O Have A Care Of Natures That Are Mute!

We Never Know What's In Us Till We Stand By Ourselves.

Prayer For Worldly Goods Is Worse Than Fruitless, But Prayer For Strength Of Soul Is That Passion Of The Soul Which Catches The Gift It Seeks.