The Playground of Life

• One hour devoted to the pursuit of Beauty
• And Love is worth a full century of glory
• Given by the frightened weak to the strong.
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• From that hour comes man's Truth; and
• During that century Truth sleeps between
• The restless arms of disturbing dreams.
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• In that hour the soul sees for herself
• The Natural Law, and for that century she
• Imprisons herself behind the law of man;
• And she is shackled with irons of oppression.
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• That hour was the inspiration of the Songs
• Of Solomon, an that century was the blind
• Power which destroyed the temple of Baalbek.
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• That hour was the birth of the Sermon on the
• Mount, and that century wrecked the castles of
• Palmyra and the Tower of Babylon.
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• That hour was the Hegira of Mohammed and that
• Century forgot Allah, Golgotha, and Sinai.
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• One hour devoted to mourning and lamenting the
• Stolen equality of the weak is nobler than a
• Century filled with greed and usurpation.
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• It is at that hour when the heart is
• Purified by flaming sorrow and
• Illuminated by the torch of Love.
• And in that century, desires for Truth
• Are buried in the bosom of the earth.
• That hour is the root which must flourish.
• That hour of meditation, the hour of
• Prayer, and the hour of a new era of good.
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• And that century is a life of Nero spent
• On self-investment taken solely from
• Earthly substance.
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• This is life.
• Portrayed on the stage for ages;
• Recorded earthly for centuries;
• Lived in strangeness for years;
• Sung as a hymn for days;
• Exalted but for an hour, but the
• Hour is treasured by Eternity as a jewel.