LET there be many windows in your soul, 

That all the glory of the universe 

May beautify it. Not the narrow pane 

Of one poor creed can catch the radiant rays 

That shine from countless sources. Tear away 

The blinds of superstition; let the light 

Pour through fair windows broad as truth itself and high as Gud.

Why should the spirit peer

Through some priest-curtained orifice, and grope 

Along dim corridors of doubt, when all 

The splendour from unfathomed seas of space 

Might bathe it with their golden seas of love?

Sweep up the débris of decaying faiths, 

Sweep down the cobwebs of worn-out beliefs, 

And throw your soul wide open to the light 

Of Reason and of Knowledge. Tune your ear 

To all the wordless music of the stars, 

And to the voice of nature, and your heart 

Shall turn to truth and goodness, as the plant 

Turns to the sun. A thousand unseen hands 

Reach down to help you from their peace-crowned heights,

And all the forces of the firmament 

Shall fortify your strength. Be not afraid 

To thrust aside half-truths and grasp the whole.