God In Man

0 weary son of sorrow great!

How apt art thou to bow and grieve,

And count all things thy solemn fate,

As if thou canst not self retrieve!



May I not tell the story true

Of that Eternal Force that is-

The Force that makes the world and you;

The Force that rules and ever lives?



Thou art the living force in part,

The Spirit of the Mighty I;

The God of Heaven and your heart

Is Spirit that can never die.



You're what you are in heart and mind,

Because you will it so to be;

The man who tries himself to find,

Is light to all, and great is he.



In each and every one is God,

In everything atomic life;

There is no death beneath the sod,

This fact, not knowing, brings the strife.