And the sad seas are troubled and disturbed. So must it rave—this sick and suffering world— Until the old secretions in its blood Are emptied out and purged away by war; And the deep seated cankers of the mind Begin the healing process. Then a calm Shall come upon the earth; and that loved word PEACE, shall be understood from shore to shore.

Shriek on, mad world. The great Physician sits Serenely conscious of the coming change, Nor seeks to check the fever; it must run Until its course is finished. He can wait.

In his vast Solar Systems he has seen So many other worlds as sick as this p. 92He feels but pity for his ailing charge, Not blame or anger. And he knows the hour Will surely dawn when that sick child shall wake Free from all frenzied fancies, and shall turn Clear-seeing eyes upon the face of God. Then shall begin the new millennium.

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Lord of all the Universe, when I think of YOU, Then this little mortal mind gets the larger view; Then I see all shadowed paths leading into Light, Where the wrong things slay themselves, leaving only Right.

Oh, poor, sick world!

p. 93PRAISE DAY

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Let us halt now for a space in our hurrying; Let us take time to look up and look out; Let us refuse for a spell to be worrying; Let us decline to both question and doubt. If one goes cavilling, Hair splitting, flaw hunting—ready for strife— All the best pleasure is missed in the travelling Onward through life.

Just for to-day we will put away sorrowing— Just for to-day not a tear shall be shed; Nor will we fear anything, or go borrowing Pain from the future by profitless dread. Thought shall go frolicking, Pleasuring, treasuring everything bright— Tasting the joy that is found just in rollicking On through the light.

p. 94Just for to-day all the ills that need bettering We will omit from our notebook of mind; All that is good we will mark by red-lettering;— Those things alone we are seeking to find. Things to be sad over, Pine over, whine over—pass them, I say! Nothing is noted save what we are glad over— This is Praise Day.

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p. 95INTERLUDE

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