The sun may be clouded, yet ever the sun 
Will sweep on its course till the Cycle is run. 
And when into chaos the system is hurled 
Again shall the Builder reshape a new world. 

Your path may be clouded, uncertain your goal: 
Move on for your orbit is fixed to your soul. 
And though it may lead into darkness of night 
The torch of the Builder shall give it new light. 

You were. You will be! Know this while you are: 
Your spirit has travelled both long and afar. 
It came from the Source, to the Source it returns 
The Spark which was lighted eternally burns. 

It slept in a jewel. It leapt in a wave. 
It roamed in the forest. It rose from the grave. 
It took on strange garbs for long aeons of years 
And now in the soul of yourself It appears. 

From body to body your spirit speeds on 
It seeks a new form when the old one has gone 
And the form that it finds is the fabric you wrought 
On the loom of the Mind from the fibre of Thought. 
As dew is drawn upwards, in rain to descend 
Your thoughts drift away and in Destiny blend. 
You cannot escape them, for petty or great, 
Or evil or noble, they fashion your Fate. 

Somewhere on some planet, sometime and somehow 
Your life will reflect your thoughts of your Now. 
My Law is unerring, no blood can atone  
The structure you built you will live in alone. 

From cycle to cycle, through time and through space 
Your lives with your longings will ever keep pace 
And all that you ask for, and all you desire 
Must come at your bidding, as flame out of fire. 

Once list' to that Voice and all tumuIt is done 
Your life is the Life of the Infinite One. 
In the hurrying race you are conscious of pause 
With love for the purpose, and love for the Cause. 

You are your own Devil, you are your own God 
You fashioned the paths your footsteps have trod. 
And no one can save you from Error or Sin 
Until you have hark'd to the Spirit within.