Classic Poem

Hateful are those false themes of speculation
Goading the wise and harrassing the weak —
This world of ours — so lovely and unique
Why is it subject to such sad vexation? —
'Tis all for want of proper occupation
" PHILOSOPHERS " become so VOID and VAIN ;
With birth, life, death, mind, matter, bone and brain
Can there be any doubt of our CREATION ? —
And of our Spirits early information —
Intelligence and Action? — chief whereby
Thro' rapid glances of the inner eye
The Soul is sentient of its own salvation
And in the Faith that such a knowledge brings
Feels the great glory of its Future wings.