Linford Newman

Triumphant amid the many realms of this life—
Realms of greed, of hate and of strife—
There is the realm of the wise and the just,
Lying above us as a glory within a glory,
To which we can rise for fellowship,
As a plant stands up from the breaking hands of the wind
To the air and dew of heaven!
Realm of vision! Realm of truth! Realm of love!
Open to us in hours of doubt and pain
When black hands claw us from the pit.
This is the good faith of the perseverance of the saints,
Raised to the higher heaven of Beauty!
O, great ones who are dead, yet live;
And O, ye living ones over the earth,
Who shall never die,
Leave ajar the gates of your paradise of light
That we may commune with you;
And rise from the commonalty of little living
To the fellowship of wisdom and dreams!