There is some one always waiting--some one with a soul that is always true, Down by the rivers or upon the mountain sides in the same state as I or you. O, see, there are souls that have no glory, weeping beneath the mist of gloom. Their power is faded, before the time of noon. It is the creator that exalts things which are his own, In temperaments and harmony within each of their own zone. No soul shall be reinstated by its power and might alone. PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA End of Project Gutenberg's The Secret of the Creation, by Howard D. Pollyen