Why seek ye symbol, rite and form?
In these truth dies and lies are born.
Why seek ye shadow realms above?
We die in what we do not love.

And love is living others' clays.
This is the faith ot final praise:
This is the faith of greatest meed.
The love that succors others' need.
The love that furthers others' deed,
All else is plain a fierce miscreed.

It puts all mouthing rites to shame.
The love that heals another's blame;
Does for this earth, and human use,
And each day's life and worth and truth;
That aids to find its deathless goal
Not one's own but another's soul.

Then why seek symbol, rite and form?
In these truth dies and lies are born.
Then why seek shadow realms above?
We die in what we do not love.