Where Truth May Flower

To every man is given a golden grant
Of acreage deep within him,
To every man is given
The role of tiller of the soil.
In his own heart he may,
From day to day, plant
Seeds of brotherhood,
Content and peace.
Let no man cease, then,
To plow deep and well,
Uprooting weeds of evil,
Rocks of greed, preparing,
Carefully, a seed-bed
In which Truth may flower,
And Love may blossom,
Bounteously, thru’ every hour!