One by one, whatever was called, Must be called back to the primal Centre. Let no soul tremble or be appalled, For the heart of the Maker is where we enter— Is where we enter to gain new force Before we are sent on another course. And one by one, as He calls us back, We shall find the souls that we loved with passion, In the great way-stations along the track, And clasp them again in the old, sweet fashion— In the old, sweet fashion when earth we trod— And journey along with them up to God. PRAYER _Lord_, _let us pray_. Give us the open mind, O God, The mind that dares believe In paths of thought as yet untrod; The mind that can conceive Large visions of a wider way Than circumscribes our world to-day. May tolerance temper our own faith, However great our zeal; When others speak of life and death, Let us not plunge a steel Into the heart of one who talks In terms we deem unorthodox. Help us to send our thoughts through space, Where worlds in trillions roll, Each fashioned for its time and place, Each portion of the whole; Till our weak minds may feel a sense Of Thy Supreme Omnipotence. Let us not shame Thee with a creed That builds a costly church, But blinds us to a brother’s need Because he dares to search For truth in his own soul and heart And finds his church in home and mart. _Give us the faith that makes us kind_, _Give us the open sight and mind_— _O God_, _the often mind_ _That lifts itself to meet the Ray_ _Of the New Dawning Day_: _Lord_, _let us pray_. BE NOT DISMAYED