If we can open the inner door As we had done in ages past Swept clean the inner being's floor And all darkness from us cast.
We will find God our friend at last, The One we knew in lives before, Who is the simple yet the vast Repository of the store
Of wisdom, plenitude and love, One who moves in us unseen, In Him we walk, in Him we move To a beauty that has never been
On this sacred earth in human time, The Lord of Life and the Sublime.
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