Far in the past in ages untold, In mansions celestial as spirits we lived, Our Father, so faithful, a God was enrolled, Our Mother, in Heaven sat there by His side, In that place of sweet joy, and heavenly peace, Spirits were born, 'till they filled the whole place.

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We are children of a sun; in that bright orb, We had our first existence—in a home Of love, and kindness, and eternal joy; We knew no sorrow, sin could not annoy, But perfect bliss was round our Father's throne, We knew not evil in that blessed home, Where Father, Mother, watched our progress through The ages, ere the earth formation knew. . . .

You are not black because you kept your first Estate, nor stood apart (when Satan rose and those that followed him made war in heaven To see who would be victor, meaning then To join the ones, whoever they might be,— Not caring which might gain the victory For this neutrality they punished are The Lord has told them, black they shall be here And you are you and I am I, Because each spirit is distinct and knows no change Or else confusion o'er this would range