Three million women without mates br In lonely homes on earth! br And Cupid sighs at heaven's gates, br Where many a spirit ego waits br Its call again to birth. br br br Three million women, meant to be br The mothers of the race! br But when war reaps on land and sea br Its harvests for Eternity, br Poor Hymen hides his face. br br br I think Earth has discredited br Itself in God's good sight: br He does not care to have souls bred, br Where peace, and love, and joy are fled, br Until we set things right. br br br He meant earth for a Garden Spot br Where spirits could return, br And build new heavens as they ought; br And now behold! what men have wrought br By deeds that blight and burn. br br br So, vain the waiting egos quest br For pathways back to birth: br And vain the longing and unrest br In many a cheated mother breast. br God does not like the earth! br br br It must be cleansed and purified br Of selfishness and strife, br Of grasping greed and lust and pride, br Before He lets His Angels guide br The egos back to life.