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WE are told to look through nature

Upward unto Nature's God;

We are told there is a scripture

Written on the meanest sod;

That the simplest flower created

Is a key to hidden things;

But, immortal over nature,

Mind, the lord of nature, springs!

Through Humanity look upward,— Alter ye the olden plan,— Look through man to the Creator, Maker, Father, God of Man! Shall imperishable spirit Yield to perishable clay? No! sublime o'er Alpine mountains Soars the Mind its heavenward way! Deeper than the vast Atlantic Rolls the tide of human thought; Farther speeds that mental ocean Than the world of waves o'er sought! Mind, sublime in its own essence Its sublimity can lend To the rocks, and mounts, and torrents, And, at will, their features bend! Some within the humblest floweret “Thoughts too deep for tears” can see; Oh, the humblest man existing Is a sadder theme to me! Thus I take the mightier labour Of the great Almighty hand; And, through man to the Creator, Upward look, and weeping stand. Thus I take the mightier labour, —Crowning glory of His will; And believe that in the meanest Lives a spark of Godhead still: Something that, by Truth expanded, Might be fostered into worth; Something struggling through the darkness, Owning an immortal birth! From the Genesis of being Unto this imperfect day, Hath Humanity held onward, Praying God to aid its way! And Man's progress had been swifter, Had he never turned aside, To the worship of a symbol, Not the spirit signified! And Man's progress had been higher, Had he owned his brother man, Left his narrow, selfish circle, For a world-embracing plan! There are some for ever craving, Ever discontent with place, In the eternal would find briefness, In the infinite want space. If through man unto his Maker We the source of truth would find, It must be through man enlightened, Educated, raised, refined: That which the Divine hath fashioned Ignorance hath oft effaced; Never may we see God's image In man darkened—man debased! Something yield to Recreation, Something to Improvement give; There's a Spiritual kingdom Where the Spirit hopes to live! There's a mental world of grandeur, Which the mind inspires to know; Founts of everlasting beauty That, for those who seek them, flow! Shores where Genius breathes immortal— Where the very winds convey Glorious thoughts of Education, Holding universal sway! Glorious hopes of Human Freedom, Freedom of the noblest kind; That which springs from Cultivation, Cheers and elevates the mind! Let us hope for Better Prospects, Strong to struggle for the night, We appeal to Truth, and ever Truth's omnipotent in might; Hasten, then, the People's Progress, Ere their last faint hope be gone; Teach the Nations that their interest And the People's good, ARE ONE.