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THE WORLD OF MIND.
FIRST DAY OF CREATION.
There is a world—the world of mind,
By neither time nor space confined;
And when we cease in flesh to dwell,
That world will be our heaven or hell.
By neither time nor space confined;
And when we cease in flesh to dwell,
That world will be our heaven or hell.
By fallen nature, 't is, alas!
A rude, chaotic, shapeless mass;
Devoid of goodness, truth, or light,
And veiled in backest shades of night.
A rude, chaotic, shapeless mass;
Devoid of goodness, truth, or light,
And veiled in backest shades of night.
But he who gave creation birth,
Can re-create this mental earth;
For this his Spirit, like a dove,
Broods o'er our secret thoughts in love.
Can re-create this mental earth;
For this his Spirit, like a dove,
Broods o'er our secret thoughts in love.
If we consent to be renewed,
And wish our evil lust subdued;
“Let there be light,” he says, and straight
We see our low, disordered state.
And wish our evil lust subdued;
“Let there be light,” he says, and straight
We see our low, disordered state.
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Then do we seek to know the Lord,
Receive instruction from his word;
While he divides the day from night,
And we proceed from shade to light.
Receive instruction from his word;
While he divides the day from night,
And we proceed from shade to light.
Lord, let thy Spirit, like a dove,
Brood over all our souls in love;
Then give us light our state to see,
And we will give the praise to thee.
Brood over all our souls in love;
Then give us light our state to see,
And we will give the praise to thee.
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