When the great universe was wrought
To might and majesty from naught,
The all creative force was -
THOUGHT.

I know that the soul is aided
Sometimes by the heart's unrest,
And to grow means often to suffer --
But whatever is--is best.

This is the way of it, sad earth over,
The heart that breaks is the heart of the lover,
And the other learns to forget.
For what is the use of endless sorrow?
Though the sun goes down, it will rise to-morrow;
And life is not over yet.

Between the finite and the infinite
The missing link of Love has left a void.
Supply the link, and earth with Heaven will join
In one continued chain of endless life.

Do you wish the world were happy?
Then remember day by day
Just to scatter seeds of kindness
As you pass along the way. . . .

When the great universe was wroughtTo might and majesty from naught,The all creative force was -THOUGHT.