The Climb of Life There's a feel of all things flowing, And no power of Earth can bind them; There's a sense of all things growing, And through all their forms aglowing Of the shaping souls behind them. And the break of beauty heightens See the still hand of the Shaper, The Climb of Life In the stone a dream is sleeping, With the skies beyond the dreamer. So the Lord of Life is flinging The Tragedy Oh, the fret of the brain, And the wounds and the worry; Oh, the thought of love and the thought of death And the soul in its silent hurry. But the stars break above, And the fields flower under; And the tragical life of man goes on, Divine Vision Can it be the Master knows Yes, at times the Lord of Light So the Lord of Light beholds How the Cosmic Flower unfolds. |