Where Spirits Float

Brighter, brighter grows the night,

A million stars within thy sight

Form a crescent arch of milky white;

A million worlds among those stars,

A billion souls within each world;

A trillion thoughts within those souls;

All thinking how to do the right,

All striving hard with heart and might

To help each mortal when he takes the flight

From earth to higher Planes of thought,

Where all is restful, peace and joy,

And one finds gold without alloy

And all think kindness of their friends,

And try to teach and make amends

For all which in the mortal flesh did gall

And cripple spirit thought, and rend

The heart in twain with bitter tears.

All that is past and gone, to them who dwell on high,

Naught but happiness and joy untold

May fill the space where Spirits float

Amid the purity and the Light

Which sheds its glory through the sky,

Transforming all to Truth and might.

Clifford (Spirit)