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WONDER-LAND OF 
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Wonder-land of Mature 
 PRELUDE. 
 
 N THIS Wonder-land of Nature, 
 We will study every feature 
 Till the footprints stand before us. 
 Clean and clear is all the reading, 
 Giving man all he is needing. 
 Reaching to conclusions, thus: — 
 Man, the center of all being. 
 Soul or Life, that which in seeing 
 Is unseen by mortal eye. 
 Is the vital part of Nature, 
 Is the all essential feature. 
 Is the part that's you, that's I. 
 And this Life now reaches downward, 
 Reaches upward, reaches landward. 
 Even into waters linger. 
 Even every tiny leaflet. 
 Every bramble, every floweret. 
 Feels the touch of Life's fair finger. 
 
Wonder-land of Nature 
 PART FIRST. 
 
 IFE and matter stand together 
 Non-destructive, co-eternal. 
 Matter, but the form we live in, 
 Soul, the Power that controls matter. 
 Co-existing, all eternal. 
 Soul and matter stand together. 
 
 Look upon the Power within us! 
 Never fading, never changing. 
 Always shapes its form unto it. 
 Always rules the weaker matter 
 With the will and with the wisdom 
 Of the mighty Power above us. 
 Being part of that great wisdom. 
 Part of that great Law and Order, 
 Matter can delay expression. 
 Being faulty, being shifting. 
 Lacking strength and stable action. 
 Of itself but weak and shifting. 
 Without thought and without motion. 
 
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Only Life can make it living, 
 With its vitalizing current; 
 Only Life can make it answer. 
 Pulse, or beat into the rythm 
 Of the vitalizing current. 
 Forced into its secret chambers. 
 Life wakes up the sleeping matter. 
 
 Oh the music of the Spring time. 
 And the song of Life about you. 
 Even now expressed through matter 
 That surrounds your every dwelling. 
 Life is life, heed the expression, 
 TTiat you may know deeper meaning. 
 Know the Life that is forever. 
 Know the Power that ne'er can vanish. 
 Feel the thought it mirrors to you 
 In expression through earth matter. 
 In no form could you be standing. 
 With no words could you now greet us. 
 If you had no Soul immortal. 
 And the Soul of all is living. 
 Soul of man and Soul of creature. 
 Life of all there is in matter. 
 
 This I know. And the hereafter 
 Is as now, not to be measured 
 With the passing of a body. 
 Years and Soul are all eternal. 
 Matter comes at Life's brave bidding, 
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But expresses what the thought is 
 Of the Master Power within it. 
 Matter is but outward clothing. 
 Shaped to cover Life within it. 
 Tell me how you get your garment. 
 Life of joy and Soul of beauty? 
 Tell me how you get your clothing, 
 How you master all expression. 
 Tell me how you conquer matter. 
 
 Could Life answer, 'twould be saying :- 
 "Through the Law of my own Being 
 Comes the mastery of matter. 
 Comes the Power of Life expression." 
 And into this land of wonder. 
 Always seeking, always asking. 
 Never finding end to longing. 
 Never finding end to knowledge. 
 Always finding more before us. 
 In this Wonder-land of Nature 
 Tread you softly in your journey 
 Lest you crush the form before you. 
 Lest you free the Life so joyous. 
 Free it from the form it gathered 
 From the store-house of all matter 
 That does lay in wait before us ; 
 
 Lay in wait for Life to gather. 
 Life, who calls aloud for clothing. 
 And who shapes it as the Life is, 
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Close to form and to each feature, 
 Masters well each dear expression 
 Of the Law that lives within it. 
 
 Tread you softly, where you wander, 
 Lest you hinder Life expression. 
 
 In the Wonder-land of Nature 
 
 Let us study every feature. 
 
 Look upon the glowing landscape. 
 
 Note the dogwood and its blossom. 
 
 Note the smallest thing existing. 
 
 Knowing that 'tis Life expression. 
 Even on the barren hill sides. 
 Find we proof of Life eternal. 
 Life, whose mighty force through matter 
 Worms its way into the mountain. 
 Stores itself in mighty current 
 To be drawn on in the future. 
 Life, the Power that rules all matter. 
 
 Blades of grass and clover blossom. 
 How grow you so close together 
 Without blending life or matter? 
 Feel you not a neighbor interest 
 In the needs of one so near you? 
 Do you never wish to borrow 
 From each other, life expression? 
 Could you, if the thought possessed you, 
 
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Could you borrow from each other? 
 
 In the words of man's own language, 
 
 Whispered in his ear so softly. 
 
 What would be the answer given? 
 "We exchange most kindly feeling. 
 Giving shade and shelter gladly. 
 Helping all we can to brighten 
 Each and every one's existence. 
 But beyond that there is nothing 
 We can do for one another. 
 Clothing we can never borrow. 
 Neither blend the Life within us 
 With the Power of any other. 
 Only as we all together 
 Form the great and universal 
 Power of Life that rules all matter.' 
 
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 Lovely wild rose, fair sweet briar. 
 Do you ever exchange blossoms? 
 Do you ever copy color. 
 Shape or perfume from each other? 
 How is all your sweetness blended 
 When you stand so close together. 
 And not change your own fair clothing 
 For the clothing of each other? 
 You, the sweetest of fair roses. 
 Fairest of all Life expression. 
 Tell me how you keep so distant 
 While your arms embrace each other. 
 
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Never leaf or blossom changes 
 
 While you stand so close together. 
 
 Tell me how you conquer matter. 
 
 How you keep yourself so distant. 
 
 Like sweet music came the answer: — 
 "Oh, the master hand within us 
 Knows our needs and all our longings; 
 Shapes the garments to our liking, 
 Fitting us as no one else can. 
 Why should we then need to borrow 
 When we have just what does suit us? 
 When we have our own expression 
 Of the Life that is within us? 
 Oh, my master, be contented 
 With the beauty of your nature. 
 Find you out the best expression. 
 And, then strive to bravely follow 
 Where the Light of Truth shall lead you. 
 Nought there is in borroived clothing; 
 It is like a false worn garment 
 That does cover deep in darkness 
 Truth within. Great Nature's Truth does 
 Shine without and is not changing 
 To the tune of fashion's playing. 
 Or to suit the ages graces. 
 Truth is Nature, learn to love it. 
 Learn to prize it, 'tis thy portion 
 For thyself. TTiou never changest. 
 Even though thou think thou hidest. 
 Truth shines forth and no deception 
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Shall deceive the mighty Master. 
 By thyself, is our own motto, 
 Take it man, and do not falter." 
 
 Bird of passage, stay your journey. 
 
 Why do you not with us linger? 
 
 What is there that calls you from us? 
 
 Stay with us another season. 
 
 Bird of passage, why not linger? 
 
 "Oh, you know 'tis not my nature 
 To thus brave the wintry weather. 
 And a warmer clime I'm seeking. 
 Ask the snow-bird to your mansion. 
 Ask the bunting and the sparrow; 
 You can give them food and shelter. 
 But my fear of you is greater 
 Than the very coldest weather; 
 So I travel on my journey 
 To the sunny region southward." 
 
 Do you never change your nature. 
 
 Shy and fleeting bird of passage? 
 
 Do you never stop and listen 
 
 To the voice of mankind calling. 
 
 Calling you to share his dwelling? 
 
 Starting southward on his journey. 
 From the little feathered songster. 
 Floated back this timid answer: — 
 "You might cage me, you might tame me. 
 But the joy would be departed 
 
From the life that I am living. 
 Joy is not in thwarted Nature, 
 But in living and in being 
 One's own self, — that is the secret 
 Of my joyous, free expression." 
 
 Thus it is throughout great Nature, 
 
 From the woodland and the forest 
 
 To the modest, quiet hill-top. 
 
 And the crest of yonder mountain. 
 
 All the Life expressed upon it. 
 
 From the smallest to the greatest. 
 
 From the flowers and vines and brambles, 
 
 To the creatures that feed on them. 
 
 Even all the things that liveth. 
 
 Do unite in one grand chorus 
 
 Of eternal praise to Nature. 
 
 Nature, that does change her garments, 
 But does hold herself quite steady. 
 Shapes and builds unto her Hking, 
 Copies every inmost feature. 
 Should not man now take a lesson? 
 Be himself whatever happens. 
 Be himself through form of matter. 
 And bring matter in subjection 
 To the mighty Power within him? 
 Matter governs all expression. 
 And man's building is so faulty 
 That he sees not Law inherent 
 
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That can rule and subject matter. 
 Soul or Life is of the Master, 
 Power Divine, and Universal, 
 And can rule and control matter 
 For each man as well as creature. 
 Listen to the voice within us. 
 Listen to great Nature's chorus: — 
 
 "Leave the haunts of men so crowded. 
 Turn to Truth and Nature's lessons. 
 Lessons that are full of gladness. 
 Lessons that will banish sadness. 
 Lessons that are all uplifting. 
 For they are true Life expressions." 
 Power Divine does now enfold us. 
 Let us learn to walk within it. 
 Let us learn true Life expression. 
 Let us learn to be a master, 
 Let us be a slave no longer. 
 Power Divine, give strength and courage, 
 Help us stand forth true in matter. 
 May we be a part of Nature, 
 True, as all the lesser creatures. 
 Sing with them the joyful chorus, — 
 "Truth, and love, and conquer matter." 
 
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Wonder-land of Nature 
 PART SECOND. 
 
 ET US take a stroll this morning 
 In this Wonder-land of Nature. 
 Note the dew drops on the grasses, 
 _ Note the sweetness of the clover 
 
 White with blooms, and honey laden. 
 
 Later, when the sun shines warmer, 
 
 And the dew is gone from petals. 
 
 Honey-bees will gather from you 
 
 All the stores you have so hoarded. 
 
 Sweetness in the form of nectar. 
 
 Gathered by the Power within you. 
 
 Given to the willing worker 
 
 That subdues and conquers matter. 
 
 Oh, 'tis well, that as we wander 
 
 On our way through Life's long journey. 
 
 That we note the things about us. 
 
 Lessons learned by one's own seeking, 
 
 Sweeter are, and of more value 
 
 Than the ones that are forced on us 
 
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Through some personal disaster. 
 
 Brought of ignorance and weakness 
 
 By our faithful Mother Nature. 
 
 Meadow lark! Note his sweet singing! 
 Minds he not the dew on clover. 
 Comes he early for his breakfast. 
 All the freshness of the morning 
 Is within the floating bird call 
 That spreads outward o'er the meadow. 
 Tangled briars line the road-side. 
 Making screens wherewith to hide him; 
 But the voice is all too thrilling. 
 And we look between the branches 
 Far beyond, into the meadow. 
 See him as he floats far from us. 
 Sending back the tones so rounded. 
 Full and sweet, — past the conception 
 Of the man who has not heard them. 
 
 Little ground bird, little brown bird. 
 
 Hiding here amongst the brambles, 
 
 Why do you not fly far from us. 
 
 Sing, and join in a grand chorus 
 
 With the lark that has so cheered us? 
 
 Habit, nature, — what is that, pray? 
 
 Have you not a throat for singing? 
 
 Have you not some wings for flying? 
 
 Can you be content and lowly? 
 
 Oh you bird, if you could answer! 
 
 We must always answer for you. 
 Just according as our thought is, 
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And not heed your would be answer. 
 Why is man now, always ready 
 To give voice to other's motives? 
 He but judges outward conduct. 
 Tempered by the inmost living 
 Of himself. So be not hasty. 
 We reveal ourselves most surely 
 When we judge another's conduct. 
 
 Life within is pure and holy. 
 
 But the faulty life expression 
 
 Through the shifting, changing matter. 
 
 Gives but superficial voicing 
 
 Of the truth that is within us. 
 
 We have surely Power within us. 
 
 Power Divine that never changes. 
 Law and Order are inherent 
 In the Souls of all the people. 
 In the Souls of all the creatures. 
 And the Lives of all below us. 
 Never changing, all enduring. 
 Law Divine controls all matter. 
 
 But the matter that doth clothe us 
 
 Is so faulty and so, shifting? 
 
 In that fact we find progression. 
 
 Matter being weak and shifting. 
 
 Strengthen good, and cast out evil. 
 
 Build we well for our Great Master. 
 
 Subject matter to our bidding 
 
 Under this great Law of changing. 
 
 Soul Divine, and strong and stable, 
 
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Shall control and conquer matter. 
 Shall express just what the Life is 
 Of the man, as well as creature. 
 Penetration into matter 
 Comes with building the form better. 
 Discard all that is of darkness. 
 Night and evil, cast far from you. 
 Day and truth and sweet fair living 
 Makes the earthly shell much lighter. 
 Makes the penetration stronger 
 Of the Soul that is the Master. 
 
 Matter governs all expression. 
 
 Man can never voice the music 
 
 Of the inmost Soul within him, 
 
 Without matter that can vibrate 
 
 To the touch of the Soul's fingers. 
 
 Darkened matter, gross, imperfect. 
 
 Does but darken Life expression. 
 
 Does but hinder Soul perception. 
 
 Only hides the perfect beauty 
 
 Of the Soul Divine within it. 
 
 Matter governs. Soul shall conquer. 
 Matter seeks the vital current 
 That shall come from the great Master, 
 And the Master seeks the clothing 
 That the matter can now give him. 
 So, dependant on each other, 
 Interblending, yet quite separate, 
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Soul and matter live together. 
 Hidden still, and yet not hiding, 
 Soul does strive to pierce the darkness 
 That does come of darkened clothing, 
 Comes of weakness, want of knowledge. 
 And forms mighty chains that bind one, 
 Binds one to the faulty conduct 
 Of the weak and shifting matter. 
 
 Strength is not in passive living. 
 
 Strength comes not in weakly yielding; 
 
 Strength comes in the power to conquer 
 
 Sluggish, inert folds that bind one. 
 
 Weakly craving, crying, matter. 
 Up, oh man, and be ye doing ! 
 While ye do, be also careful 
 Not to trample on thy neighbor. 
 Judge him not lest ye shall falter 
 Even more in thine own actions. 
 Motives give to no man living. 
 Lest you tread on what is sacred. 
 Lest you show your own great weakness. 
 And the faults of your own building 
 In the form you now are wearing. 
 
 Gently let the dews of kindness 
 
 Fall upon the barren way-side ; 
 
 Gently let thy footsteps follow 
 
 Where the words of love doth lead you; 
 
 In your mind keep well the motto: — 
 
 "Matter governs. Soul can conquer." 
 
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Maple tree, so tall and spreading. 
 Shade and confort hast thou given 
 Unto man for many seasons. 
 Unto insect and to creature; 
 And the birds have sought thy shelter 
 From the storms and from the sunshine. 
 Man has bored beneath thy surface 
 For the sap which thou dost gather 
 Through the mighty Power within thee. 
 Sweetness, that does fill thy Being, 
 And does prompt thee to give shelter. 
 Food, and kindness to all living. 
 
 Brave old maple! Can we gather 
 As do you, the sweets of Nature? 
 Can we feel the life wdthin us 
 Throb at touch of fellow creatures. 
 And be made to give of kindness 
 Unto all that seek our shelter? 
 Are you fated to so garner 
 Up the treasures round about you. 
 And does man but force a tribute 
 For his care, — because he ov/ns you? 
 Man does think he is so mighty. 
 And all Nature made just for him. 
 Moon and stars and all the planets. 
 He, the mighty man and master! 
 Is there fate in all of Nature? 
 Is there fate in man's own living? 
 What is fate? And who is bonded? 
 Who is free, the Lord, the Master, 
 
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That controls the fate of others? 
 Oh great maple, can you tell us 
 What is freedom, what is bondage? 
 Can you solve the depths of living 
 For the man who now seeks knowledge? 
 This the answer, could it reach us: — 
 "We a part of pure expression 
 Of the Law Divine within us, 
 Free to give and free to gather; 
 Fated only in the changing 
 Of our humble clothing given. 
 You, the man, the higher creature. 
 Are possessed of powers much greater 
 Than the spreading, growing maple. 
 And the Law that is inherent 
 In the Soul, should never falter 
 Till it gains full penetration. 
 And controls the changing matter; 
 Fated onl]), — in expression 
 Of the shifting, changing matter." 
 
 If the maple states it truly, 
 Man is fated in his clothing 
 Changing, coming and then going; 
 Fated, under Law of Changing. 
 But is he not his own master 
 When he holds the Law within him. 
 Law Divine, with the Almighty 
 Power that rules and controls matter? 
 
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Has he not the power of choosing 
 
 Elements that form his clothing, 
 
 Seeking good, discarding evil. 
 
 Bringing order out of chaos. 
 
 Shaping well to suit his liking? 
 
 Is not freedom man's own portion. 
 When he learns the Law inherent. 
 When he learns to conquer matter? 
 Law of change in his own clothing 
 Gives the chance to conquer matter. 
 Fate does play into his keeping. 
 Fated change, and thus makes free men 
 Of the men who are in bondage. 
 
 But a Master he can never 
 
 Be until he knows his station. 
 
 Knows his part in the great chorus 
 
 Sung by all in life expression; 
 
 Knows that he is never singled 
 
 Out alone, to be the mighty 
 
 Lord and master of Creation. 
 
 He must learn to be more humble. 
 
 Take his place with every creature; 
 
 Know that birds and even insects 
 
 Have a part in Divine Wisdom; 
 
 Even every plant that groweth. 
 
 Tree, and bramble, are expression 
 
 Of Intelligence and Wisdom. 
 
 And a man who gains his freedom. 
 
 Puts no bonds on other creatures. 
 
 Asks no more than he would give them, 
 
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Kindly help, and food, and shelter. 
 All the Universe is Mighty, 
 And man's senses are but quickened 
 To take in the grander beauty 
 That a broader outlook gives him. 
 He, the master of his living, 
 Is the servant of the lowly. 
 
Wonder-land of Nature 
 PART THIRD. 
 
 OWLING WINDS, ye sweep my 
 pathway ! 
 Driving rain and sleet so cutting. 
 Must we face your force so blinding 
 As we journey toward the Northward? 
 Cold and pitiless to travelers, 
 Ye do give a cheerless welcome 
 To the stranger who is seeking 
 For the lost in unknown regions. 
 One lone ewe has rashly wandered 
 From the fold, and now we seek her 
 As we travel toward the Northward. 
 
 Oh my dog! Why did you follow 
 Me through all this storm and darkness? 
 Did you not have home and shelter 
 In the place where last I left you? 
 Why not wait for my returning, 
 WTiy not patient be and trusting, 
 Knowing that your master foved you, 
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And would save you this hard journey. 
 
 Oh my dog! My brave old fellow! 
 
 Faithful more than human creature. 
 
 Worried, till at last you found me. 
 
 Walked through storm and through the dark- 
 ness. 
 
 For the one you loved most truly. 
 
 Such brave love needs fond returning. 
 
 And demands a faithful master. 
 
 If a man is not quite wiUing 
 
 To be deemed less than the creature. 
 Man can be forlorn, forsaken 
 By his kind, and all his kindred. 
 He can be the least deserving 
 Of a kindness or attention. 
 Yet his dog will not forget him; 
 He will bear the blows he gives him. 
 He will bear neglect and hunger. 
 All for sake of his own master. 
 
 Look into his eyes so loving. 
 
 Full of speech, of earnest longing 
 
 To be loved and comprehended. 
 
 Every action tells a story 
 
 Of his thought and feeling toward you. 
 
 He expresses thought and reason. 
 
 And the same inherent Wisdom 
 
 That is common to his master. 
 
 In degrees, — the form of language 
 
 Differs most, but that is nothing 
 
 In comparison with knowledge; 
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And the dog is full of wisdom 
 When he guards his well loved master; 
 See him scent a note of danger. 
 Quick, alert, while man is sleeping. 
 Note him now, the brave old fellow ! 
 He has found what we are seeking. 
 Found what man could not discover; 
 Hidden in a deep depression. 
 Partly cave and partly open. 
 Facing open to the Southward, 
 Stands the ewe, her form protecting 
 Two weak lambkins from the weather. 
 Weak from hunger and exposure. 
 Faithful in her hour of danger 
 To the helpless ones beside her. 
 Stood this mother in the darkness. 
 Is not love Hke this as human 
 As the kind we find amongst us. 
 We, the human kind, and master? 
 Gently gathered we the lambkins 
 In our arms and traveled homeward. 
 With the mother close beside us. 
 While the dog found us our pathway. 
 Can we put aside this lesson 
 Taught by creatures far below us? 
 We must learn to be more human. 
 We must learn to be more faithful. 
 We must learn to conquer matter. 
 Else the creatures will just shame us. 
 Can we doubt the Divine Wisdom 
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That does dwell in every creature? 
 Part of that great Law and Order 
 Of the Power that does control us? 
 And that Law is never changing. 
 And that Law is ever living. 
 If it be in man or creature. 
 Bird or plant, is ever living. 
 And man is no more immortal 
 Than the creature, bird or bramble ; 
 But all Life does live together. 
 Soul and Life, and is immortal. 
 Even through the changing garments. 
 Life and Soul, are ever living, 
 And do hold their own through matter. 
 And as Law is all unchanging. 
 Law, that is in them inherent. 
 It does follow that they change not. 
 But are stable through all action 
 Of the shifting, changing matter. 
 
 Such a morning in September! 
 Fair and fresh with glowing dewdrops. 
 And the air so richly freighted 
 With the harvest of the Autumn; 
 Rich with perfumes from the garden. 
 From the orchard, from the wayside. 
 All is ripeness, all is plenty. 
 
 Come with me out in the highway. 
 Come, and let us take a canter 
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On the smooth and beaten highway. 
 Breathe this air so rich with Autumn, 
 View the glorious scenes about us. 
 Shifting, changing as we pass them. 
 
 Maud will take you. Prince shall follow. 
 
 Maud so faithful, kind and steady. 
 
 Prince the king of all his fellows. 
 
 Did you ever ask your horses 
 
 Questions that torment and bind you? 
 
 I would just like Prince to tell me 
 
 If he minded being ridden. 
 
 If he minded me as master? 
 
 Can you think what he would answer? 
 
 If he could, in our own language. 
 
 If he could, what would he tell us? 
 "Oh my master. Life is noble 
 If we give the true expression 
 Of the Soul that is within us. 
 I do gladly bear the burden 
 Of your weight upon the saddle. 
 And the burden is no greater 
 Than the one you bear for me. 
 Yours the hand that feeds and guides me. 
 Gives me shelter and protection. 
 And I only gladly carry 
 You where ever you do ask me." 
 
 Now if this is Prince's own answer. 
 
 We can read between the pages, 
 
 And well know that equal tribute 
 
 We must give unto each other; 
 
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I must never ask my charger 
 For a thing I would not give him, 
 Were I Prince, and he in my place. 
 Just as if we both were human. 
 If the element is present 
 That makes brute more just than human, 
 Man had better don the saddle. 
 Be the pack horse for the creature. 
 Prince, my Prince, are you not asking 
 Some good day, to be the master? 
 Come now. Prince, what is your answer? 
 "Never more than at the present. 
 Man holds relative position. 
 Just as do all living creatures. 
 And their natures are unchanging. 
 Holding Law and Order in them. 
 Never could I change my nature. 
 Even if I should so long to. 
 Law, you know, is all abiding." 
 
 Oh my Prince, and what a lesson 
 You have taught us this bright morning. 
 We can feel the love of Nature, 
 Brotherhood of every creature. 
 Kinship of all things that liveth. 
 We, a part of Divine Wisdom 
 With you all, and there enfolds us 
 One great Power, the Mighty Master. 
 Will Intelligence now guide us. 
 Infinitely great and tender. 
 Bring unto our comprehension 
 
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The fine smallness of our greatness; 
 Make us better by this knowledge. 
 Make us servants of the lowly, 
 Make us masters of expression. 
 Bringing Soul to conquer matter. 
 This, oh Power Divine do for us. 
 Teach us how to conquer matter. 
 
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