By every thought you mould your soul,
Which from the whole exacts a toll,
That will just fill the impressed mould
Which contemplation thus does hold.
God your answer is bound to pay;
The law’s exact, the same always.
For God is you and you are He,
Just like a drop is to the sea.
Know that to think is to create,
And you will love instead of hate;
For when you think you make a mould
The Law will fill, if you but hold.
