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I love this age of energy and force, / Expectantly I greet each pregnant hour; / Emerging from the all-creative source, / Supreme with promise, imminent with power. / The strident whistle and the clanging bell, / The noise of gongs, the rush of motored things / Are but the prophet voices which foretell / A time when thought may use unfettered wings.
Too long the drudgery of earth has been / A barrier 'twixt man and his own mind. / Remove the stone, and lo! the Christ within; / For He is there, and who so seeks shall find. / The Great Inventor is the Modern Priest. / He paves the pathway to a higher goal. / Once from the grind of endless toil released / Man will explore the kingdom of his soul.
And all this restless rush, this strain and strife, / This noise and glare is but the fanfarade / That ushers in the more majestic life / Where faith shall walk with science, unafraid. / I feel the strong vibrations of the earth, / I sense the coming of an hour sublime, / And bless the star that watched above my birth / And let me live in this important time.