MY GIFT

What can I give Him
Poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd,
I would give Him a lamb,
If I were a Wise Man,
I would do my part,-
But what I can I give Him,
Give my heart.

MORE LIGHT SHALL BREAK FROM OUT THY WORD

More light shall break from out Thy Word
For Pilgrim followers of the Gleam,
Till, led by Thy free spirit, Lord,
We see and share the Pilgrim dream !

What mighty hopes are in our care,
What holy dreams of Brotherhood:
God our Fathers, help us dare
Their passion for the Common Good.

Wild roars the blast, the storm is high;
Above the storm are shining still
The lights by which we live and die;
Our peace is ever in Thy Will.

The ancient stars, the ancient faith,
Defend us till our voyage is done;
Across the floods of fear and death
The Mayflower still is sailing on.

INNER LIGHT

Thus with the year
Seasons return, but not to me returns
Day or the sweet approach of even or morn,
Or sight of vernal bloom or summer's rose,
Or flocks or herds, or human face divine;
But cloud instead and ever during dark
Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men
Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair
Presented with a universal blank
Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased,
And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
So much the rather Thou, celestial light,
Shine inward and the mind through all her
powers
Irradiate; there plant eyes, all must from
thence
Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell
Of things invisible to mortal sight.