On the workings of the Mind

In sooth , I am moved to thank

Ah! my precious mind

Brooks , mountains and elves in seas ; all that I seek to find.

Come across do I when sit by the bank ,

To tend to the nooks and crevices which of Him remind.

To seek and to live in thy praise

For which a new Rome now I raise.

Oracle thou art of all that says

Know thou of the Lord's Gentle Face.

Send you out with your airy wings

Plethora of thoughts , those like strings

Equal of each which each brings

An' rewards of thus caliber wrings.

Tell thee Thus I , O' my listener

Polish thy thoughts till it be glistener

For thou be must sure of what thou see

Is't that all that thou shalt be.

What thou feel 

Is what thou shall reel

Ere you rise or but kneel.

Thus you must know , O' my kin

Your malice is your only ill.

Scream thus not till the room be fill

But win only when hurt you kill

That shall be the end of the deadly sin.

O thou mind ,

The strongest of them all

Thou heareth now the Source of Love's Call

For men can know that be ruler of Life-all

Should they know how to think withal

An keep Faith to Truth recall.