Written in Oban

Scotland

What good is found in mortal mind, In dreams and people’s views? Wandering round confusion bound, in dead, old
worldly shoes

E’en in the sun no good can come, nor rain, fog, storm or dew, but holiness is typified, In some worldly points of
view.

Look beyond the worldly scene. Of arab, gentile, jew. And you will find in conciousness. The Spirit that shines
through.

With larks and beauty yet unseen, as powerful Love presents, with views on high like eagle’s eyes, of music yet
unspent.
A world of Love and colour brings. To each man with his lyre, That one and all, we are the same, reflecting Love’s
desire.