Inner Soul the fort of inner strength and
Yet receptor of all pains and woes
Notices of sufferings and unhappy tidings.
Yet sufferings and unhappy tidings make
In as direct proportion the building of
Your fortitude that then infinite shines.
Thought Action unite; with them the All.
The Inner Soul is then a universe
No less than the mass universe.
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