The New World Poem by Alexander Thomas

From the nursery of this glorious Earth,
Sprout the stalks of flowering mirth,
By the farmer a golden crop planted,
To a festive spring of life enchanted,
Under penetrating sunshine clouds break,
Combed and scattered by a great rake,
Below fertile fields of souls are ploughed,
To yield the milk of zeal the spirits cowed,
From the acorn the sturdy oak will grow,
As the seeds of enduring love we sow,
The tree is blind but grows to the light,
Just as paradise to you is out of sight,
From the fragile egg the bird will fly,
Into the wonder of a divine tinted sky,
So come with me and take my hand,
To share the harvest of this magical land,
Through the door that love will unlock,
To the perfect world where the angels flock,
For when we let it flow in our blood,
We have found the path to selfless good,
For the gentle road to peace and love,
Follow your heart as the flight of the dove,
Step back from the trees to see the wood,
All you need is right where you are stood.