The Power of Thought

Would you scale the highest heaven,

Would you pierce the lowest hell,

Live in dreams of constant beauty,

Or in barest thinking dwell.

For your thoughts are heaven above you,

And your thoughts are hell below,

Bliss is not, except in thinking

Torment naught but thought can know.

Worlds would vanish but for thinking;

Glory is not but in dreams;

And the Drama of the ages

From the Thought Eternal streams.

Dignity & shame & [[sorrow]],

Pain & anguis [[love]] & hate

Are but maskings of the mighty

Pulsing Thought that governs Fate.

As the colors of the rainbow

Makes the one uncolored beam,

So the universal changes

Make the One Eternal Dream.

And the Dream is all within you,

And the Dreamer waiteth long

For the Morning to awake him

To the living thought & strong.

That shall make the ideal real,

Make to vanish dreams of hell

In the highest, holiest heaven

Where the pure & perfect dwell.

Evil is the thought that thinks it;

Good, the thought that makes it so

Light & darkness, sin & pureness

Likewise out of thinking grow.

Dwell in thought upon the Grandest,

And the Grandest you shall see;

Fix your mind upon the Highest,

And the Highest you shall be.