Spencer Heath Archive

Item 209..

Two typed pages of random writing by Heath, undated. However, a single page with a penciled rough paragraph belonging to this item has on the reverse some penciled lines of the poem, “The Hills of Palestine,” composed by Heath during the 1948 Palestine War and submitted to The New York Times on April 14, 1948.

     Man has intimations far beyond his present self, a sense of things far off in space and time. His spirit wanders in all times and places, known and unknown, seeking the ineffable. It brings him intuitions of beauty with which he is inspired and in pursuit of which, however hard, he achieves exaltation, he dwells in ecstasy. This is for him alone. It is his humanity. He has immortal dreams.

     Long ago at the crossroads of the world, where East meets West and many currents ebb and flow, a heaven-sent spirit took on mortal form. In Him was light and life. He divined the secret sorrows and the hidden powers of man. He prophesied men’s selves unto them — what they yet might do and be. Around about them was a world of force and power to which they were far enslaved. But within them were the seeds of another kingdom in which they could be free, in which all could serve and none would rule.

     His key to this kingdom was a golden key — a G0LDEN RULE — in the DOING of which each would in freedom serve all and by all be freely served. This method of the market — creative, mutual and reciprocal — would extend even into public affairs, and the iron rule of worldly powers would fade away. Love — outward love, impersonal and universal love — would dispel all iron rule and, with life abundant, ever more and more exalt all mortal men.