THE SOUL SEEKING FOR PERFECTION.
One day my soul a journey went;It traveled East, it traveled West,It searched in vain one soul to findThat able was to bear the testOf perfect living, perfect love;E’en in the best it found some flaw;Some lack of truth, some selfishness;Notonehad kept the “Perfect Law”.Discouraged, weary, sore distressed;It gladly turned again to home.It thought perfection there to find,—No farther it would have to roam.Alas! Though once more snugly housed,Perfection was not found therein.Contented it could never be;For e’en at home it found much sin,O Soul! Though you have found much sin;You’ve also found much that was good.Temptations overcome by man,—Known many ills he has withstood.Perfection is not found on earth—If it were so, no one would knowThe joy of helping man to bearUp under all the grief and woeThat is the heritage of life;Bequeathed to man before his birth.Be not discouraged then, O Soul,Expect to find much sin on earth.
One day my soul a journey went;It traveled East, it traveled West,It searched in vain one soul to findThat able was to bear the testOf perfect living, perfect love;E’en in the best it found some flaw;Some lack of truth, some selfishness;Notonehad kept the “Perfect Law”.Discouraged, weary, sore distressed;It gladly turned again to home.It thought perfection there to find,—No farther it would have to roam.Alas! Though once more snugly housed,Perfection was not found therein.Contented it could never be;For e’en at home it found much sin,O Soul! Though you have found much sin;You’ve also found much that was good.Temptations overcome by man,—Known many ills he has withstood.Perfection is not found on earth—If it were so, no one would knowThe joy of helping man to bearUp under all the grief and woeThat is the heritage of life;Bequeathed to man before his birth.Be not discouraged then, O Soul,Expect to find much sin on earth.