This life's an ordeal, and design'd to prove Fraternal kindness and parental love. Earth is your Father's workshop. What is done-- All that's attain'd, and what achievements won, Is for the Parents: All things are their own-- The children now hold nothing but by loan. Whatever some may claim in proud pretense; No one has yet obtain'd inheritance; E'en Abraham has no possession gain'd Of what by promise he thro' faith obtained: And all that greedy hands accumulate, Is yet the Father's, not the child's estate. ... Obedience will the same bright garland weave, As it has done for your great Mother, Eve, For all her daughters on the earth, who will All my requirements sacredly fulfill. And what to Eve, though in her mortal life, She'd been the first, the tenth, or fiftieth wife? Whether by fools, consider'd small, or great? 'Twas all the same with her--she prov'd her worth-- She's now the Goddess and the Queen of Earth. Life's ultimatum, unto those those that live As saints of God, and all my pow'rs receive; Is still the onward, upward course to tread-- To stand as Adam and as Eve, the head Of an inheritance, a new-form'd earth, And to their spirt-race, give mortal birth-- Give them experience in a world like this; Then lead them forth to everlasting bliss, Crown'd with salvation and eternal joy Where full perfection dwells, without alloy. ... I felt my littleness, and thought, henceforth I'll be myself, the humblest saint on earth; And all that God shall to my care assign, I'll recognize and use as His, not mine. Wherever he appoints to me a place, That will I seek, with diligence, to grace, And for my Parents, whatso'er my lot, To work with all my might, and murmer not, I'll seek their interest, till they send or come, And as a faithful daughter take me home.