God guard me from those thoughts men think
In the mind alone.

Thinke that is just; 'tis not enough to doe,
Unless thy very thoughts are upright too.

For men have dulled their eyes with sin,
And dimmed the light of heaven with doubt,
And built their temple-walls to shut thee in,
And framed their iron creeds to shut thee out.

Dream not thou that force is power;
Nor, if thou hast a thought, and that thought sour
And sick, oh, dream not thought is wisdom!

Thou shalt keep thy religion to thyself.

Here must thou be, O man,
Strength to thyself — no helper hast thou here — Here keepest thou thy individual state:
No other can divide with thee this work,
No secondary hand can intervene
To fashion this ability. 'Tis thine,
The prime and vital principle is thine
In the recesses of thy nature, far
From any reach of outward fellowship,
Else 'tis not thine at all.

God guard me from those thoughts men think
In the mind alone;
He that sings a lasting song
Thinks in a marrow-bone.

Without thee, I am all unblessed,
And wholly blessed in thee alone.

Divinity should not be given to you from somewhere else. The Upanishad thunders "Thou Art That.

Forlorn! the very word is like a bell
To toil me back from thee to my sole self!

If thou think wholly upon thyself and upon God, what thou seest out of doors shall move thee little.

I must not think of thee; and, tired yet strong, I shun the thought that lurks in all delight— The thought of thee—and in the blind Heaven's height,
And in the sweetest passage of a song.

Your energy is powered by your thoughts, negative thoughts drain you, loving thoughts fill you with love

Heaven is for thee too high
To know what passes there; be lowly wise.
Think only what concerns thee and thy being;
Dream not of other worlds, what creatures there
Live, in what state, condition, or degree,
Contented that thus far hath been revealed.