The senses are the ministers of love, 



The senses are the oracles of truth, 



The senses the interpreters of law, 



The senses the discoverers of fact ; 



They hold their court in beauty and in joy 



On earth and in the spheres where Angels dwell, 



And through the senses God reveals Himself 



And through the senses earth is taught from heaven. 



Born from the darkest age 

 Of superstition is that ancient creed 

 That matter is the enemy of good, 

 Accursed and hateful to the Infinite ; 

 For every atom is a living thought, 

 Dropped from the meditations of a God, 

 Its every essence an immortal love 

 Of the incarnate Deity ; and all 

 The inmost pulses of material things 

 Are mediums for the pulses of His will. 



