<h2><SPAN name="page18"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>LOVE, TIME, AND WILL</h2>
<p class="poetry">A soul immortal, Time, God everywhere,<br/>
Without, within—how can a heart despair,<br/>
Or talk of failure, obstacles, and doubt?<br/>
(What proofs of God? The little seeds that sprout,<br/>
Life, and the solar system, and their laws.<br/>
Nature? Ah, yes; but what was Nature’s cause?)</p>
<p class="poetry">All mighty words are short: God, life, and
death,<br/>
War, peace, and truth, are uttered in a breath.<br/>
And briefly said are love, and will, and time;<br/>
Yet in them lies a majesty sublime.</p>
<p class="poetry">Love is the vast constructive power of
space;<br/>
Time is the hour which calls it into place;<br/>
Will is the means of using time and love,<br/>
And bringing forth the heart’s desires thereof.</p>
<p class="poetry"><SPAN name="page19"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
19</span>The way is love, the time is now, and will<br/>
The patient method. Let this knowledge fill<br/>
Thy consciousness, and fate and circumstance,<br/>
Environment, and all the ills of chance<br/>
Must yield before the concentrated might<br/>
Of those three words, as shadows yield to light.</p>
<p class="poetry">Go, charge thyself with love; be infinite<br/>
And opulent with thy large use of it:<br/>
’Tis from free sowing that full harvest springs;<br/>
Love God and life and all created things.</p>
<p class="poetry">Learn time’s great value; to this mandate
bow,<br/>
The hour of opportunity is Now,<br/>
And from thy will, as from a well-strung bow,<br/>
Let the swift arrows of thy wishes go.<br/>
Though sent into the distance and the dark,<br/>
The dawn shall prove thy arrows hit the mark.</p>
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