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1 Cor. iii. 16.
Is this thing true, the preacher saith,
Or but a dreamer's dream?
Thrills in thy very midst the Breath
That bade the star-fires stream,
Or but a dreamer's dream?
Thrills in thy very midst the Breath
That bade the star-fires stream,
Framed all the Universe divine,
And slowly cell by cell
Built up thy body for a shrine,
Wherein Himself might dwell?
And slowly cell by cell
Built up thy body for a shrine,
Wherein Himself might dwell?
Then cares and fears be phantoms vain—
Ills of illusion bred:
O hungry soul, insatiate brain,
Ope inward and be fed!
Ills of illusion bred:
O hungry soul, insatiate brain,
Ope inward and be fed!
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O heart, with age-long error rife,
Thou art no soil for sin,
Wherethrough the eternal source of life
Wells ever from within!
Thou art no soil for sin,
Wherethrough the eternal source of life
Wells ever from within!
Drink, and thy need shall be sufficed,
The drought of death will fly:
Who thereof drinketh, said the Christ,
Shall never thirst or die.
The drought of death will fly:
Who thereof drinketh, said the Christ,
Shall never thirst or die.
No mortal being gave thee birth;
Shake off the fleshly dream,
Nor, housed albeit in walls of earth,
Against thyself blaspheme.
Shake off the fleshly dream,
Nor, housed albeit in walls of earth,
Against thyself blaspheme.
The heaven is here for which we wait,
The life eternal now!—
Who is this lord of time and fate?
Thou, brother, sister, thou.
The life eternal now!—
Who is this lord of time and fate?
Thou, brother, sister, thou.
The power, the kingdom, is thine own:
Arise, O royal heart!
Press inward past the doubting-zone,
And prove the God thou art!
Arise, O royal heart!
Press inward past the doubting-zone,
And prove the God thou art!
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