That none might follow and go astray;

While a turn of the Key unlocked the wealth

That all unknown in the Scriptures lay.

 Disease is sin, the Book defined; Sickness is error to which men cling; Pain is merely a state of mind, And matter a non-existent thing.

Disease is sin, the Book defined;

Sickness is error to which men cling;

Pain is merely a state of mind,

And matter a non-existent thing.

 If a tooth should ache, or a leg should break, You simply “affirm” and it’s sound again. Cut and contusion are only delusion, And indigestion a fancied pain.

If a tooth should ache, or a leg should break,

You simply “affirm” and it’s sound again.

Cut and contusion are only delusion,

And indigestion a fancied pain.

 For pain is naught if you “hold a thought,” Fevers fly at your simple say; You have but to affirm, and every germ Will fold up its tent and steal away.

For pain is naught if you “hold a thought,”

Fevers fly at your simple say;

You have but to affirm, and every germ

Will fold up its tent and steal away.

 From matin gong to even-song Ambrose pondered this mystic lore, Till what had seemed fiction took on a conviction That words had never possessed before.

From matin gong to even-song

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