Golden Thoughts
(1939)
“A beautiful morn!” said I.
“Ugh!” sneered a passerby.
New hope in a newborn day
Gets thee on thy way.
Alack, a sour and putrid mind
Whom Beauty will not seek
Shall never find
Nought but decay and barren fields
Upon which nothing yields.
Golden Thoughts are reared with painful care,
Nursed with truth and Beauty rare,
The essence of purity laid bare, and
Hence unto Heaven they do fare.
The stark, empty gulf of hate
Art full of vermin – Oh how Fate
Will strike with ruthless blow
And hate shall be thy harvest if hate thou sow!
The loveliness of love and care
In all creation God laid bare
His divine wisdom.
A deed but follow thoughts –
Thus if you kill thinkest so you must.
Hence thoughts doth kill.
Thoughts are bullets, as you will.
The infant in his mother’s arms
Doth but cry to raise alarm –
Thoughts of wisdom mixed with his milk
A little homespun yarn
Interweaved with silk, hath endurance.
Thus through the ages
Man doth rise or fall.
As he thinketh so he shall be awarded by his God.
Choose thou must betwixt tolerance and the rod.
From the cradle to the grave
You shall be judged by what you gave.
The yardstick for the Master’s use
No mortal dare abuse.
Golden thoughts bring golden deeds
On golden deeds the soul doth feed.
Thus universal harmony does not enslave but
Keeps thoughts free.
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