Pour forth the oil,
Pour boldly forth,
It will not fail until thou failest
Vessels to provide,--
Which it may largely fill.
Make channels for the streams of love,
Where they may broadly run.
And, love has overflowing streams
To fill them, every one.
But if at any time we cease
Such channels to provide,
The very founts of love for us,
Will soon be parched, and dried.
For we must share, if we would keep
That blessing from above:
To cease to give, we cease to have,
Such is the law of love.
Pour boldly forth,
It will not fail until thou failest
Vessels to provide,--
Which it may largely fill.
Make channels for the streams of love,
Where they may broadly run.
And, love has overflowing streams
To fill them, every one.
But if at any time we cease
Such channels to provide,
The very founts of love for us,
Will soon be parched, and dried.
For we must share, if we would keep
That blessing from above:
To cease to give, we cease to have,
Such is the law of love.
--Magus, 9°.
DEATHLESS
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
There lies in the centre of each man's heart
A longing and love for the good and pure;
And if but an atom, or larger part,
I tell you this shall endure---endure---
After the body has gone to decay---
Yea, after the world has passed away.
The longer I live and the more I see
Of the struggle of souls toward the heights above,
The stronger this truth comes home to me:
That the Universe rests on the shoulders of love;
A love so limitless, deep, and broad,
That men have renamed it and called it---God.
And nothing that ever was born or evolved,
Nothing created by light or force,
But deep in its system there lies dissolved
A shining drop from the Great Love Source;
A shining drop that shall live for aye---
Though kingdoms may perish and stars decay.
A longing and love for the good and pure;
And if but an atom, or larger part,
I tell you this shall endure---endure---
After the body has gone to decay---
Yea, after the world has passed away.
The longer I live and the more I see
Of the struggle of souls toward the heights above,
The stronger this truth comes home to me:
That the Universe rests on the shoulders of love;
A love so limitless, deep, and broad,
That men have renamed it and called it---God.
And nothing that ever was born or evolved,
Nothing created by light or force,
But deep in its system there lies dissolved
A shining drop from the Great Love Source;
A shining drop that shall live for aye---
Though kingdoms may perish and stars decay.
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