Rosacruz e Devoção

The mother voice of Nature sings
To creatures high and low,
Yet man denies the lowly thing]

The right to live and grow

The ravished brood, the trampled flower

That held the honey bee,

Entitled to each wondrous hou

Of God's eternity.

The mother voice of Nature sings;

At her divine behest

The fledgling chirps and lifts its wings,

And flutters from the nest.

O Man, whose consciousness has grown

So far above the cloud,

Thy soul may soar through space alone,

Thou knowest all is God!

Then with thy spiritual might

Retain what thou hast won,

But rob no creature of the right

To climb as thou hast done

Befriend the lowly things of earth,

And keep forever plain

The majesty of Human

Worth In Evolution's Chain.

Alice Fanson Rays from the Rose Cross, 1985, jul/ago