The mind, the mind is a wonderful thing,
'Tis fleeter and swifter than eagle's wing,
For the height, or the breadth, or depth or
length
There's nothing can equal the mind for
strength.
For the mind is the measure of man.
It will climb to celestial worlds afar,
And it can fly through space from star to
star
Then back to earth in a second will roll
And can find its way from pole to pole
For the mind is the measure of man.
Then down to hell in a moment it rolls,
And can view the fate of the ruined souls,
As the demons scourged in their great
torment
Lament now the time as on earth they spent,
For the mind is the measure of man.
Then who can contain this wonderful thing?
And who shall say that it shall not bring
Man face to face with his maker, his God?
For it was not made like flesh of the sod,
For the mind is the measure of man.