There is a power that lightens life,
A power that worketh wondrously,
That turneth toil into a joy,
That bringeth mirth to every heart,
And gladness out of every deed;
That winneth out of labour strength,
Light-heartedness, and health, and rest,
And giveth it the highest gift
Of blessing to the sons of men;
This is the mighty power of Love.
And would you then depart from self,
From self that bringeth only woe,
From the old husks that bind you fast,
ln evil sadness, bitterness,
Whose only growth unto the soul
ls death in dying evermore?
And would you enter into life,
The only life that truly is
The life of man, the blessed life?
Then yield thee, yield thee ever more,
Unto the soul of Love that dwells
Within thy soul, that ever moves
Thy life to flow to other men.
—ln those who harbor such thoughts hatred will never cease...for hatred ceases not by hatred at any time; hatred ceases by love; this is an old rule.