Do not still the voice of conscience,
That tells us what is righteous,
Do not forsake this clarity;
(A need being felt to heal the wounds
That marked the body within.)
Seek out the mystic and the moral,
Be tolerant of the ritual,
And cleanse the mind of all else;
Cut through the entangling web,
And discard your doubts and fears.
The fall from grace
Of a diseased soul, undo;
Seek out the inner voice,
And follow its dictates tried and true.
Each one is master of his will,
No man can be turned from the truth,
Save that he so permits,
Through weakness,
Or the folly of vanity, perhaps.
Let the suppressed thoughts come forth,
Lest none may blindly go
Where ignorance leads;
Avoid the path of least resistance,
But heed the call from within.
Dwell among the holy books,
Or a people reformed.
