Then each will work for all instead of self, As faithful parents for their children toil; All will be educated in the right, All will by birth inherit living light; None will from duty turn for sordid pelf, And none will seek his neighbor to despoil. And there will be abundance everywhere, With want and fear of want forever gone; No more will men indulge in worldly lust; The aims of life will be above the dust; Then men the spirit life will seek and share, Their souls aglow with rays of Heaven's dawn. Oh! why has Christ been so misunderstood? Why will not men receive the light and live? The path is straight and plain unto the view, And by the light within each can pursue And reap its fruits of everlasting good, Which loving hands along the way will give. The growth is slow but sure, in strict accord With laws of our condition and our deeds; No miracles will help us in our task; If we would gain advancement, we must ask Through honest work, and upright thought and word, And not through cross or crown, beliefs or creeds. Dethrone all gods and send them down to hell, Banish all worship to the realms of night, Give freedom unto human thought and speech, Let every soul be its own church and teach The truths that from its inmost depths may well To aid in lifting up all souls to light. In that bright realm where all is fair and free The law is written in each beating heart; There each one does as seems good in his sight, And every one aspires to do the right; But no one there in worship bends the knee, Or acts through fear a superstitious part. Supreme desire for concord fills each breast, And every word and act with love is blest; No thought of wrong or self can enter there, But each with each and all desires to share; And he that shares his blessing with the rest Is richer made in joy and sweet content. There are no rulers there--no king to frown; No sacrifices are required or made; A sense of right and justice rules the realm, With love to prompt and reason at the helm; Harmonious thoughts and acts all discord drown With none to dictate, none to make afraid. No royal God there sits in pomp and state; No jeweled throne of gold can there be seen; No priest nor trembling devotee can raise An everlasting song of flatt'ring praise; No cross no crown; no courtier vain, elate; No slave with bending knee and cringing mien.