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<\/b>CANTO FOUR<\/span>
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<\/b>\u00a0THE SECRET KNOWLEDGE<\/span>
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O<\/span>N <\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

<\/b><\/b>a height he stood that looked towards greater heights.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Our early approaches to the Infinite<\/span><\/span>
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Are sunrise splendours on a marvellous verge<\/span><\/p>\n

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While lingers yet unseen the glorious sun,<\/span><\/p>\n

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What now we see is a shadow of what must come.<\/span><\/p>\n

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The earth’s uplook to a remote unknown<\/span><\/p>\n

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Is a preface only of the epic climb<\/span><\/p>\n

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Of human soul from its flat earthly state<\/span><\/p>\n

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To the discovery of a greater self<\/span><\/p>\n

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And the far gleam of an eternal Light.<\/span><\/p>\n

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This world is a beginning and a base<\/span><\/p>\n

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Where Life and Mind erect their structured dreams;<\/span><\/p>\n

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An unborn Power must build reality.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

A deathbound littleness is not all we are:<\/span><\/span>
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Immortal our forgotten vastnesses<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Await discovery in our summit selves;<\/span><\/span>
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Unmeasured breadths and depths of being are ours.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Akin to the ineffable secrecy,<\/span><\/p>\n

Mystic, eternal in unrealised Time,<\/span><\/p>\n

Neighbours of Heaven are Nature’s altitudes.<\/span><\/p>\n

To these high-peaked dominions sealed to our search<\/span><\/p>\n

Too far from surface Nature’s postal routes,<\/span><\/p>\n

Too lofty for our mortal lives to breathe,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Deep in us a forgotten kinship points<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And a faint voice of ecstasy and prayer<\/span><\/p>\n

Calls to those lucent lost immensities.<\/span><\/p>\n

Even when we fail to look into our souls<\/span><\/p>\n

Or lie embedded in earthly consciousness,<\/span><\/p>\n

Still have we parts that grow towards the Light,<\/span><\/p>\n

Yet are there luminous tracts and heavens serene<\/span><\/p>\n

And Eldoradoes of splendour and ecstasy<\/span><\/p>\n

And temples to the Godhead none can see.<\/span><\/p>\n

A shapeless memory lingers in us still<\/span><\/p>\n

And sometimes, when our sight is turned within,<\/span><\/p>\n

Earth’s ignorant veil is lifted from our eyes,<\/span><\/p>\n

There is a short miraculous escape.<\/span><\/p>\n

This narrow fringe of clamped experience<\/span><\/p>\n

We leave behind meted to us as life,<\/span><\/p>\n

Our little walks, our insufficient reach.<\/span><\/p>\n

Our souls can visit in great lonely hours<\/span><\/p>\n

Still regions of imperishable Light,<\/span><\/p>\n

All-seeing eagle-peaks of silent Power<\/span><\/p>\n

And moon-flame oceans of swift fathomless Bliss<\/span><\/p>\n

And calm immensities of spirit Space.<\/span><\/p>\n

In the unfolding process of the Self<\/span><\/p>\n

Sometimes the inexpressible Mystery<\/span><\/p>\n

Elects a human vessel of descent.<\/span><\/p>\n

A breath comes down from a supernal air,<\/span><\/p>\n

A presence is borne, a guiding Light awakes,<\/span><\/p>\n

A stillness falls upon the instruments:<\/span><\/span>
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Fixed sometimes like a marble monument,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Stone-calm, the body is a pedestal<\/span><\/p>\n

Supporting a figure of eternal Peace.<\/span><\/p>\n

Or a revealing Force sweeps blazing in;<\/span><\/span>
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Out of some vast superior continent<\/span><\/p>\n

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Knowledge breaks through trailing its radiant seas,<\/span><\/p>\n

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And Nature trembles with the power, the flame.<\/span><\/p>\n

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A greater Personality sometimes<\/span><\/p>\n

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Possesses us which yet we know is ours:<\/span><\/p>\n

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Or we adore the Master of our souls.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Then the small bodily ego thins and falls;<\/span><\/p>\n

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No more insisting on its separate self,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Losing the punctilio of its separate birth, <\/span><\/p>\n

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It leaves us one with Nature and with God.<\/span><\/p>\n

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In moments when the inner lamps are lit<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And the life’s cherished guests are left outsider<\/span><\/span>
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Our spirit sits alone and speaks to its gulfs.<\/span><\/p>\n

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A wider consciousness opens then its doors,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Invading from spiritual silences<\/span><\/p>\n

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A ray of the timeless Glory stoops awhile<\/span><\/p>\n

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To commune with our seized illumined clay<\/span><\/p>\n

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And leaves its huge white stamp upon our lives.<\/span><\/p>\n

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In the oblivious field of mortal mind,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Revealed to the closed prophet eyes of trance<\/span><\/p>\n

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Or in some deep internal solitude<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Witnessed by a strange immaterial sense,<\/span><\/span>
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The signals of eternity appear.<\/span><\/p>\n

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The truth mind could not know unveils its face,<\/span><\/p>\n

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We hear what mortal ears have never heard,<\/span><\/p>\n

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We feel what earthly sense has never felt,<\/span><\/p>\n

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We love what common hearts repel and dread;<\/span><\/p>\n

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Our minds hush to a bright Omniscient;<\/span><\/p>\n

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A Voice calls from the chambers of the soul;<\/span><\/p>\n

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We meet the ecstasy of the Godhead’s touch<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

In golden privacies of immortal fire.<\/span><\/span>
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These signs are native to a larger self<\/span><\/p>\n

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That lives within us by ourselves unseen;<\/span><\/p>\n

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Only sometimes a holier influence comes,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

A tide of mightier surgings bears our lives<\/span><\/p>\n

And a diviner Presence moves the soul.<\/span><\/p>\n

Or through the earthly coverings something breaks,<\/span><\/p>\n

A grace and beauty of spiritual light,<\/span><\/p>\n

The murmuring tongue of a celestial fire. <\/span><\/p>\n

Ourself and a high stranger whom we feel,<\/span><\/p>\n

It is and acts unseen as if it were not;<\/span><\/span>
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It follows the line of sempiternal birth,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Yet seems to perish with its mortal frame. .<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Assured of the Apocalypse to be,<\/span><\/p>\n

It reckons not the moments and the hours;<\/span><\/p>\n

Great, patient, calm it sees the centuries pass,<\/span><\/p>\n

Awaiting the slow miracle of our change<\/span><\/p>\n

In the sure deliberate process of world-force<\/span><\/p>\n

And the long march of all-revealing Time.<\/span><\/p>\n

It is the origin and the master-clue,<\/span><\/p>\n

A Silence overhead, an inner Voice,<\/span><\/p>\n

A living image seated in the heart,<\/span><\/p>\n

An unwalled wideness and a fathomless point,<\/span><\/p>\n

The truth of all these cryptic shows in space,<\/span><\/p>\n

The Real towards which our strivings move,<\/span><\/p>\n

The secret grandiose meaning of our lives.<\/span><\/p>\n

A treasure of honey in the combs of God,<\/span><\/p>\n

A Splendour burning in a tenebrous cloak,<\/span><\/p>\n

It is bur glory of the flame of God,<\/span><\/span>
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Our golden fountain of the world’s delight, ‘<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

An immortality cowled in the cape of death,<\/span><\/p>\n

The shape of our unborn divinity.<\/span><\/p>\n

It guards for us our fate in depths within<\/span><\/p>\n

Where sleeps the eternal seed of transient things.<\/span><\/p>\n

Always we bear in us a magic key<\/span><\/span>
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Concealed in life’s hermetic envelope.<\/span><\/p>\n

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A burning witness in the sanctuary<\/span><\/p>\n

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Regards through Time and the blind walls of Form;<\/span><\/p>\n

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A timeless Light is in his hidden eyes;<\/span><\/p>\n

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He sees the secret things no words can speak<\/span><\/p>\n


\nAnd knows the goal of the unconscious world<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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And the heart of the mystery of the journeying years.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nBut all is screened, subliminal, mystical;<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n


\nIt needs the intuitive heart, the inward turn,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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It needs the power of a spiritual gaze.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Else to our waking mind’s small moment look<\/span><\/p>\n

A goalless voyage seems our dubious course<\/span><\/p>\n

Some Chance has settled or hazarded some Will,<\/span><\/p>\n

Or a Necessity without aim or cause<\/span><\/p>\n

Unwillingly compelled to emerge and be.<\/span><\/p>\n

In this dense field where nothing is plain or sure,<\/span><\/p>\n

Our very being seems to us questionable,<\/span><\/p>\n

Our life a vague experiment, the soul<\/span><\/p>\n

A flickering light in a strange ignorant world,<\/span><\/p>\n

The earth a brute mechanic accident,<\/span><\/p>\n

A net of death in which by chance we live.<\/span><\/p>\n

All we have learned appears a doubtful guess,<\/span><\/p>\n

The achievement done a passage or a phase<\/span><\/p>\n

Whose further end is hidden from our sight,<\/span><\/p>\n

A chance happening or a fortuitous fate.<\/span><\/p>\n

Out of the unknown we move to the unknown.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ever surround our brief existence here<\/span><\/p>\n

Grey shadows of unanswered questionings;<\/span><\/span>
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The dark Inconscient’s signless mysteries<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Stand up unsolved behind Fare’s starting line;<\/span><\/span>
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An aspiration in the Night’s profound,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Seed of a perishing body and half-lit mind,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Uplifts its lonely tongue of conscious fire<\/span><\/p>\n

Towards an undying Light for ever lost.<\/span><\/p>\n

Only it hears, sole echo of its call,<\/span><\/p>\n

The dim reply in man’s unknowing heart<\/span><\/p>\n

And meets, not understanding why it came<\/span><\/p>\n

Or for what reason is the suffering here,<\/span><\/p>\n

God’s sanction to the paradox of life<\/span><\/p>\n

And the riddle of the Immortal’s birth in Time.<\/span><\/p>\n

Along a path of aeons _serpentine<\/span><\/span>
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In the coiled blackness of her nescient course<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The Earth-Goddess toils across the sands of Time.<\/span><\/p>\n

A Being is in her whom she hopes to know, <\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

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A Word speaks to her heart she cannot hear,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

A Fate compels whose form she cannot see.<\/span><\/p>\n

In her unconscious orbit through the Void<\/span><\/p>\n

Out of her mindless depths she strives to rise,<\/span><\/p>\n

A perilous life her gain, a struggling joy,<\/span><\/p>\n

A Thought that can conceive but hardly knows<\/span><\/p>\n

Arises slowly in her and creates<\/span><\/p>\n

The idea, the speech that labels more than it lights;<\/span><\/span>
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A trembling gladness that is less than bliss<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Invades from all this beauty that must die.<\/span><\/p>\n

Alarmed by the sorrow dragging at her feet<\/span><\/p>\n

And conscious of the high things not yet won,<\/span><\/p>\n

Ever she nurses in her sleepless breast<\/span><\/p>\n

An inward urge that takes from her rest and peace.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ignorant and weary and invincible<\/span><\/p>\n

She seeks through the soul’s war and quivering pain<\/span><\/p>\n

The pure perfection her marred nature needs,<\/span><\/p>\n

A breath of Godhead on her stone and mire. :.<\/span><\/span>
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A faith she craves that can survive defeat,<\/span><\/p>\n

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The sureness of a love that knows not death,<\/span><\/p>\n

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The radiance of a truth for ever sure.<\/span><\/p>\n

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A light <\/span>
\ngrows in her, she assumes a voice,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Her state she learns to read and the act she has done,<\/span><\/p>\n

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But the one needed truth eludes her grasp,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Herself and all of which she is the sign.<\/span><\/p>\n

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An inarticulate whisper drives her steps<\/span><\/p>\n

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Of which she feels the force but not the sense;<\/span><\/p>\n

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A few rare intimations come as guides,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Immense divining flashes cleave her brain,<\/span><\/p>\n

And sometimes in her hours of dream and muse<\/span><\/p>\n

The truth that she has missed looks out on her <\/span><\/p>\n

As if far off and yet within her soul.<\/span><\/p>\n

A change comes near that flees from her surmise<\/span><\/p>\n

And, ever postponed, compels attempt and hope,<\/span><\/p>\n

Yet seems too great for mortal hope to dare.<\/span><\/p>\n

A vision meets her of supernal Powers<\/span><\/p>\n

That draw her as if mighty kinsmen lost<\/span><\/span>
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Approaching with estranged great luminous gaze.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Then is she moved to all that she is not<\/span><\/p>\n

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And stretches arms to what was never hers.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Outstretching arms to the unconscious Void,<\/span><\/p>\n

Passionate she prays to invisible forms of Gods<\/span><\/p>\n

Soliciting from dumb Fate and toiling Time<\/span><\/p>\n

What most she needs, what most exceeds her scope,<\/span><\/span>
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A Mind unvisited by illusion’s gleams,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

A Will expressive of soul’s deity,<\/span><\/p>\n

A Strength not forced to stumble by its speed,<\/span><\/p>\n

A Joy that drags not sorrow as its shade.<\/span><\/p>\n

For these she yearns and feels them destined hers:<\/span><\/span>
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Heaven’s privilege she claims as her own right.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Just is her claim the all-witnessing Gods approve,<\/span><\/span>
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Clear in a greater light than reason owns:<\/span><\/p>\n

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Our intuitions are its title-deeds;<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Our souls accept what
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Earth’s winged chimeras are Truth’s steeds in Heaven,<\/span><\/p>\n

The impossible God’s sign of things to be.<\/span><\/p>\n

But few can look beyond the present state<\/span><\/p>\n

Or overleap this matted hedge of sense.<\/span><\/p>\n

All that transpires on earth and all beyond<\/span><\/p>\n

Are parts of an illimitable plan<\/span><\/p>\n

The One keeps in his heart and knows alone.<\/span><\/p>\n

Our outward happenings have their seed within,<\/span><\/p>\n

And even this random Fate that imitates Chance,<\/span><\/p>\n

This mass of unintelligible results,<\/span><\/p>\n

Are the dumb graph of truths that work unseen:<\/span><\/span>
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\u00a0The laws of the Unknown create the known.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The events that shape the appearance of our lives<\/span><\/p>\n

Are a cipher of subliminal quiverings<\/span><\/p>\n

Which rarely we surprise or vaguely feel,<\/span><\/p>\n

Are an outcome of suppressed realities<\/span><\/p>\n

That hardly rise into material day:<\/span><\/span>
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They are born from the spirit’s sun of hidden powers<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Digging a tunnel through emergency.<\/span><\/p>\n

But who shall pierce into the cryptic gulf<\/span><\/p>\n

And learn what deep necessity of the soul<\/span><\/p>\n

Determined casual deed and consequence?<\/span><\/p>\n

Absorbed in a routine of daily acts,<\/span><\/p>\n

Our eyes are fixed on an external scene;<\/span><\/span>
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We hear the crash of the wheels of Circumstance<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And wonder at the hidden cause of things.<\/span><\/span>
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1Yet a foreseeing Knowledge might be ours,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

If we could take our spirit’s stand within,<\/span><\/p>\n

If we could hear the muffled daemon voice.<\/span><\/span>
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Too seldom is the shadow of what must come<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Cast in an instant on the secret sense<\/span><\/p>\n

Which feels the shock of the invisible,<\/span><\/p>\n

And seldom in the few who answer give<\/span><\/p>\n

The mighty process of the cosmic Will<\/span><\/p>\n

Communicates its image to our sight,<\/span><\/p>\n

Identifying the world’s mind with ours.<\/span><\/p>\n

Our range is fixed within the crowded arc<\/span><\/p>\n

Of what we observe and touch and thought can guess<\/span><\/p>\n

And rarely dawns the light of the Unknown<\/span><\/p>\n

Waking in us the prophet and the seer.<\/span><\/p>\n

The outward and the immediate are our field,<\/span><\/p>\n

The dead past is our background and support;<\/span><\/span>
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Mind keeps the soul prisoner, we are slaves to our acts;<\/span><\/p>\n

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We cannot free our gaze to reach wisdom’s sun.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Inheritor of the brief animal mind,<\/span><\/p>\n

Man, still a child in Nature’s mighty hands,<\/span><\/p>\n

In the succession of the moments lives;<\/span><\/span>
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To a changing present is his narrow right;<\/span><\/p>\n

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His memory stares back at a phantom past,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The future flees before him as he moves;<\/span><\/span>
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He sees imagined garments, not a face.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Armed with a limited precarious strength,<\/span><\/p>\n

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He saves his fruits of work from adverse chance.<\/span><\/p>\n

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A struggling ignorance is his wisdom’s mate.<\/span><\/p>\n

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He waits to see the consequence of his acts,<\/span><\/p>\n

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He waits to weigh the certitude of his thoughts,<\/span><\/p>\n

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He knows not what he shall achieve or when,<\/span><\/p>\n

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He knows not whether at last he shall survive,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Or end like the mastodon and the sloth\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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And perish from the earth where he was king.<\/span><\/p>\n

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He is ignorant of the meaning of his life,<\/span><\/p>\n

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He is ignorant of his high and splendid fate.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Only the Immortals on their deathless heights<\/span><\/p>\n

Dwelling beyond the walls of Time and Space,<\/span><\/p>\n

Masters of living, free from the bonds of Thought,<\/span><\/p>\n

Who are overseers of Fate and Chance and Will<\/span><\/p>\n

And experts of the theorem of world-need,<\/span><\/p>\n

Can see the Idea, the Might that change Time’s course,<\/span><\/p>\n

Come maned with light from undiscovered worlds,<\/span><\/p>\n

Hear, while the world toils on with its deep blind heart,<\/span><\/p>\n

The galloping hooves of the unforeseen event,<\/span><\/p>\n

Bearing the superhuman rider, near<\/span><\/p>\n

And, impassive to earth’s din and startled cry,<\/span><\/p>\n

Return to the silence of the hills of God,.<\/span><\/p>\n

As lightning leaps, as thunder sweeps, they pass_<\/span><\/p>\n

And\u00a0 leave their mark on the’ trampled breast of Life.<\/span><\/p>\n

Above the world the world-creators stand,<\/span><\/p>\n

In the phenomenon see its mystic source.<\/span><\/p>\n

These heed not the deceiving outward play,<\/span><\/p>\n

They turn not to the moment’s busy tramp,<\/span><\/p>\n

But listen with the still patience of the Unborn<\/span><\/p>\n

For the slow footsteps of far Destiny<\/span><\/p>\n

Approaching through huge distances of Time,<\/span><\/p>\n

Unmarked by the eye that sees effect and cause,<\/span><\/p>\n

Unheard mid the clamour of the human plane.<\/span><\/p>\n

Attentive to an unseen Truth they seize<\/span><\/p>\n

A sound as of invisible augur wings,<\/span><\/p>\n

Voices of an unplumbed significance,<\/span><\/p>\n

Mutterings that brood in the core of Matter’s sleep.<\/span><\/p>\n

In the heart’s profound audition they can catch<\/span><\/p>\n

The murmurs lost by life’s uncaring ear,<\/span><\/p>\n

A prophet-speech in thought’s omniscient trance.<\/span><\/p>\n

Above the illusion of the hopes that pass<\/span><\/p>\n

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Behind the appearance and the overt act,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Behind the clock-work chance and vague surmise,<\/span><\/p>\n

Amid the wrestle of force, the trampling feet,<\/span><\/p>\n

Across the triumph, fighting and despair,<\/span><\/p>\n

They watch the Bliss for which earth’s heart has cried,<\/span><\/p>\n

On the long road which cannot see its end<\/span><\/p>\n

Winding undetected through the sceptic days<\/span><\/p>\n

And to meet it guide the unheedful moving world.<\/span><\/span>
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Thus will the masked Transcendent mount his throne.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

When darkness deepens strangling
\nthe earth’s breast<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And man’s corporeal mind is the only lamp<\/span><\/p>\n

As a thief’s in the night shall be the covert tread<\/span><\/p>\n

Of one who steps unseen into his house<\/span><\/span>
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A Voice ill-heard shall speak, the soul obey,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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A power into mind’s
\ninner chamber steal,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

A charm and sweetness open life’s closed doors<\/span><\/p>\n

And beauty conquer the resisting world,<\/span><\/p>\n

The truth-light capture Nature by surprise,<\/span><\/p>\n

A stealth of God compel the heart to bliss<\/span><\/p>\n

And earth grow unexpectedly divine.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

In Matter shall be lit the spirit’s glow,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

In body and .body kindled the sacred birth;<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Night shall awake to
\nthe anthem of the stars,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The days become a happy pilgrim march,<\/span><\/p>\n

Our will a force of the Eternal’s power,<\/span><\/p>\n

And thought the rays of a spiritual sun.<\/span><\/p>\n

A few shall see what none yet understands;<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

God shall grow up while the wise men talk and sleep;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

For man shall not know the coming till its hour<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And belief shall be not till the work is done.<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

A consciousness that knows not its own truth,<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n

A vagrant hunter of misleading dawns,
\n<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Between the being’s dark and luminous ends <\/span><\/p>\n

Moves here in a half-light that seems the whole:<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

An interregnum in Reality <\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Cuts <\/span>
\noff the integral Thought, the total Power;<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

It circles or stands in a vague interspace,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Doubtful of its beginning and its close,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Or runs upon a road that has no end;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Far from the original Dusk, the final Flame<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

In some huge void Inconscience it lives,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Like a thought persisting in a wide emptiness.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

As if an unintelligible phrase<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Suggested a million renderings to the Mind,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

It lends a purport to the random world.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

A conjecture leaning upon doubtful proofs,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

A message misunderstood, a thought confused<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Missing its aim is all that it can speak<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Or a fragment of the universal word.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

It leaves two giant letters void of sense<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

While without sanction turns the middle sign.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Carrying an enigmatic universe,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

As if a present without future or past<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Repeating the same revolution’s whirl<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Turned on its axis in its
\nown Inane.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0Thus is the meaning of creation veiled;<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

For without context reads the cosmic page:<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Its signs stare at us like an unknown script,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

As if appeared screened by a foreign tongue<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Or code of splendour signs without a key<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

A portion of a parable sublime.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

It wears to the perishable creature’s eyes<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

The grandeur of a useless miracle; <\/span><\/p>\n

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\n

\n

Wasting itself that it may last awhile,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

A river that can never find its sea,<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

It runs through life and death on an edge of Time;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

A fire in the Night is its mighty action’s blaze.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

This is our deepest need to join once more<\/span><\/p>\n

What now is parted, opposite and twain,<\/span><\/p>\n

Remote in sovereign spheres that never meet<\/span><\/p>\n

Or fronting like far poles of Night and Day.<\/span><\/p>\n

We must fill the immense lacuna we have made,<\/span><\/p>\n

Re-wed the closed finite’s lonely consonant<\/span><\/p>\n

With the open vowels of Infinity,<\/span><\/p>\n

A hyphen must connect Matter and Mind,<\/span><\/p>\n

The narrow isthmus of the ascending soul:<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

We must renew the secret bond in things,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Our hearts recall the lost divine Idea,<\/span><\/p>\n

Reconstitute the perfect word, unite<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

The Alpha and the Omega
\nin one sound, <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Then shall the Spirit and Nature be at one.<\/span><\/p>\n

Two are the ends of the mysterious plan.<\/span><\/p>\n

In the wide signless ether of the Self,<\/span><\/p>\n

In the unchanging Silence white and nude,<\/span><\/p>\n

Aloof, resplendent like gold dazzling suns<\/span><\/p>\n

Veiled by the Ray no mortal eye can bear,<\/span><\/p>\n

The Spirit’s free and absolute potencies<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

Burn in the solitude of the thoughts of God.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

A rapture and a radiance and a hush<\/span><\/p>\n

Delivered from the approach of wounded hearts,<\/span><\/p>\n

Denied to the Idea that looks at grief,<\/span><\/p>\n

Remote from the Force that cries out in its pain,<\/span><\/p>\n

In his inalienable bliss they live.
\nImmaculate in self-knowledge and self-power, <\/span><\/p>\n

Calm they repose on the eternal Will.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n

Only his law they count and him obey;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

They have no goal to reach, no aim to serve.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Implacable in their timeless purity,<\/span><\/p>\n

All barter or bribe of worship they refuse;<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Unmoved by cry of revolt and ignorant prayer<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

They reckon not our virtue and our sin,<\/span><\/p>\n

They bend not to the voices that implore,<\/span><\/p>\n

They hold no traffic with error and its reign:<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

They are guardians of the silence of the Truth,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

They are Keepers of the Immutable decree.<\/span><\/p>\n

A deep surrender is their source of might;<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

A still identity their way to know,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0Motionless is their action like a sleep.<\/span><\/p>\n

At peace, regarding the trouble beneath the stars,<\/span><\/p>\n

Deathless, watching the works of Death and Chance,<\/span><\/p>\n

Immobile, seeing the millenniums pass,<\/span><\/p>\n

“Untouched while the long map of Fate unrolls,<\/span><\/p>\n

They look on our struggle with impartial eyes,<\/span><\/p>\n

And yet without them cosmos could not be.<\/span><\/p>\n

Impervious to desire and doom and hope,<\/span><\/p>\n

Their station of inviolable might<\/span><\/p>\n

Moveless upholds the world’s enormous task,<\/span><\/p>\n

Its ignorance is by their knowledge lit,<\/span><\/p>\n

Its yearning lasts by their indifference.<\/span><\/p>\n

As the height draws the low ever to climb,<\/span><\/p>\n

As the breadths draw the small to adventure vast,<\/span><\/p>\n

Their aloofness drives man to surpass himself.<\/span><\/p>\n

Our passion heaves to wed the eternal calm,<\/span><\/p>\n

Our dwarf-search mind to meet the Omniscient’s force.<\/span><\/p>\n

Acquiescing in the wisdom that made hell<\/span><\/p>\n

And the the harsh utility of death and tears,<\/span><\/p>\n

Acquiescing in the gradual steps of Time,<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n

Careless they seem of the grief that stings the world’s heart,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Careless of the pain that rends its body and life;<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Above joy and sorrow is that grandeur’s walk:<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

They have no portion in the good that dies,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Mute, pure, they share not in the evil done;<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Else might their strength be marred and could not save.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Alive to the truth that dwells in God’s extremes,<\/span><\/p>\n

Awake to a motion of all-seeing Force,<\/span><\/p>\n

The slow venture of the long ambiguous years<\/span><\/p>\n

And the unexpected good from woeful deeds,<\/span><\/p>\n

The immortal sees not as we vainly see.<\/span><\/p>\n

He looks on hidden aspects and screened powers,<\/span><\/p>\n

He knows the law and natural line of things.<\/span><\/p>\n

Undriven by a brief life’s will to act,<\/span><\/p>\n

Unharassed by the spur of pity and fear,<\/span><\/p>\n

He makes no haste to untie the cosmic knot<\/span><\/p>\n

Or the world’s torn jarring heart to reconcile.<\/span><\/p>\n

In Time he waits for the Eternal’s hour.<\/span><\/p>\n

Yet a spiritual secret aid is there;<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

While a tardy Evolution’s coils wind on<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And Nature hews her way through adamant<\/span><\/p>\n

A divine intervention thrones above.<\/span><\/p>\n

Alive in a dead rotating universe<\/span><\/p>\n

We whirl not here upon a casual globe<\/span><\/p>\n

Abandoned to a task beyond our force;<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Even through the tangled anarchy called Fate<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And through the bitterness of death and fall<\/span><\/p>\n

An outstretched Hand is felt upon our lives.<\/span><\/p>\n

It is near us in unnumbered bodies and births;<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

In its unshaken grasp it keeps for us safe<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The one inevitable supreme result<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 No will can take away and no doom change,<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n

\n

The crown of conscious Immortality,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The godhead promised to our struggling souls<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

When first man’s heart dared death and suffered life.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

One who has shaped this world is ever its lord:<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Our errors are his steps upon the way; <\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He works through the fierce vicissitudes of our lives, <\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He works through the hard breath of battle and toil, <\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He works through our sins and sorrows and our tears,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

His knowledge overrules our nescience;<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Whatever the appearance we must bear,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Whatever our strong ills and present fate,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

When nothing we can see but drift and bale,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

A mighty Guidance leads us still through all.<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

After <\/span>
\nwe have Served this great divided world<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

God’s bliss and oneness are our inborn right.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

A date is fixed in the calendar of the Unknown,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

An anniversary of the Birth sublime:<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Our soul shall justify its chequered walk,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

All will come near that now is naught or far.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

These calm and distant Mights shall act at last.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Immovably ready for their destined task,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

The ever-wise compassionate Brilliances<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Await the sound of the Incarnate’s voice<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

To leap and bridge the chasms of Ignorance<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

And heal the hollow yearning gulfs of Life<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

And fill the abyss that is the universe.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Here meanwhile at the Spirit’s opposite pole<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

In the mystery of the deeps that God has built<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

For his abode below the Thinker’s sight,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

In this compromise of a stark absolute Truth<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

With the Light that dwells near the dark end of things,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

In this tragi-comedy of divine disguise,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

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\n

This long far seeking for joy ever near,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

In the grandiose dream of which the world is made,<\/span><\/p>\n

In this gold dome on a\u00a0 black dragon base,<\/span><\/p>\n

The conscious Force that acts in Nature’s breast,<\/span><\/p>\n

A dark-robed labourer in the cosmic scheme<\/span><\/p>\n

Carrying clay images of unborn gods,<\/span><\/p>\n

Executrix of the inevitable Idea<\/span><\/p>\n

Hampered, enveloped by the hoops of Fate,<\/span><\/p>\n

Patient trustee of slow eternal Time,<\/span><\/p>\n

Absolves from hour to hour her secret charge.<\/span><\/p>\n

All she foresees in masked imperative depths,<\/span><\/p>\n

The dumb intention of the unconscious gulfs<\/span><\/p>\n

Answers to a will that sees upon the heights,<\/span><\/p>\n

And the evolving Word’s first syllable<\/span><\/p>\n

Ponderous, brute-sensed, contains its luminous close,<\/span><\/p>\n

Privy to a summit victory’s vast descent<\/span><\/p>\n

And the portent of the soul’s immense uprise.<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

\n

All here where each thing seems its lonely self<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Are figures of the sole transcendent One:<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Only by him they are, his breath is their life,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

An unseen Presence moulds the oblivious <\/span>
\nclay.<\/p>\n

\n

A playmate in the mighty Mother’s game,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

One came upon the dubious whirling globe<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

To hide from her pursuit in force and form.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

A secret spirit in the Inconscient’s sleep,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

A shapeless Energy, a voiceless Word,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He was here before the elements could emerge,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Before there was light of mind or life could breathe.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Accomplice of her cosmic huge pretence,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

His semblances he turns to real shapes<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

And makes the symbol equal with the truth:<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n

He gives to his timeless thoughts a form in Time.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He is the substance, he the self of things;<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

She has forged from him her works of skill and might:<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

She wraps him in the magic of her moods<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

And makes of his myriad truths her countless dreams.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

The Master of being has come close to her,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

An immortal child born in the fugitive years.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

In objects wrought, in the persons she conceives,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Dreaming she chases her idea of him,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

And catches here a look and there a gest:<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Ever he repeats in them his ceaseless births.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He is the Maker and the world he made,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He is the vision and he is the seer;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He is himself the actor and the act,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He is himself the knower and the known,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He is himself the dreamer and the dream.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

There are Two who are One and. play, in many worlds;<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

In Knowledge and Ignorance they have spoken and met_<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And light and darkness are their eyes’ interchange..<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Our pleasure and pain are their wrestle and embrace,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Our deeds, our hopes are intimate to their tale;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

They are married secretly in our thought and life.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

The universe is an endless masquerade: <\/span><\/p>\n

\n

For nothing here is utterly what it seems,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

It is a dream-fact vision of a truth<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Which but for the dream would not be wholly true,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

A phenomenon stands out significant<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Against dim backgrounds of eternity;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

We accept its face and pass by all it means;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

A part is seen, we take it for the whole.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Thus have they made their play with us for roles:<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Author and actor with himself as scene,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

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\n

He moves there as the Soul, as Nature she.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Here on the earth where we must fill our parts,<\/span><\/p>\n

We know not how shall run the drama’s course;<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Our uttered sentences veil in their thought.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Her mighty plan she holds back from our sight:<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

She has concealed her glory and her bliss<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And disguised the Love and Wisdom in her heart.<\/span><\/p>\n

Of all the marvel and beauty that are hers<\/span><\/p>\n

Only a darkened little we can feel.<\/span><\/p>\n

He too wears a diminished Godhead here,<\/span><\/p>\n

He has forsaken his omnipotence,<\/span><\/p>\n

His calm he has foregone and infinity.<\/span><\/p>\n

He knows her only, he has forgotten himself;<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

To her he abandons all to make her great.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He hopes in her to find himself anew,<\/span><\/p>\n

Incarnate, wedding his infinity’s peace<\/span><\/p>\n

To her creative passion’s ecstasy.<\/span><\/p>\n

Although possessor of the earth and heavens,<\/span><\/p>\n

He leaves to her the cosmic management<\/span><\/p>\n

And watches all, the Witness of her scene.<\/span><\/p>\n

A supernumerary on her stage, <\/span><\/p>\n

He speaks no words or hides behind the wings. <\/span><\/p>\n

He takes birth in her world, waits on her will, <\/span><\/p>\n

Divines her enigmatic gesture’s sense,<\/span><\/p>\n

The fluctuating chance turns of her mood, <\/span><\/p>\n

Works out her meanings she seems not to know<\/span><\/p>\n

And serves her secret purpose in long Time.<\/span><\/p>\n

As one too great for him he worships her;<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He adores her as his regent of desire,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He yields to her as the mover of his will,<\/span><\/p>\n

He burns the incense .of. his. nights .and .days,<\/span><\/p>\n

Offering his life, a splendour of sacrifice.<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

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\n

A rapt solicitor for her love and grace,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

His bliss in her to him is his whole world:<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He grows through her in all his being’s
\npowers; <\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He reads by her God’s hidden aim in things.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Or, a courtier in her countless retinue,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Content to be with her and feel her near<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He makes the most of the little that she gives<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

And all she does drapes with his own delight.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

A glance can make his whole day wonderful,<\/span><\/p>\n


\nA word from her lips with happiness wings the hours.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He leans on her for all he does and is:<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He builds on her largesses his proud fortunate days<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And trails his peacock-plumaged joy of life<\/span><\/p>\n

And suns in the glory of her passing smile.<\/span><\/p>\n

In a thousand ways he serves her royal needs;<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He makes the hours pivot around her will,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Makes all reflect her whims; all is their play:<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

This whole wide world is only he and she.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

\n

This is the knot that ties together the stars:<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

The Two who are one are the secret of all power,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

The Two who are one are the might and right in things.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

His soul, silent, supports the world and her,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

His acts are her commandment’s registers.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Happy, inert he lies beneath her feet:<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

His breast he offers for her cosmic dance<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Of which our lives are the quivering theatre,<\/span><\/p>\n

And none could bear but for his strength within,<\/span><\/p>\n

Yet none would leave because of his delight.<\/span><\/p>\n

His works, his thoughts have been devised by her,<\/span><\/p>\n

His being is a mirror vast of hers:<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Active, inspired by her he speaks and moves;<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n

His deeds obey her heart’s unspoken demands:<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Passive, he bears the impacts of the world<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

As if her touches shaping his soul and life:<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

His journey through the days is her sun-march;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He runs upon her roads; hers is his course.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

A witness and student of her joy and dole,<\/span><\/p>\n

A partner in her evil and her good,<\/span><\/p>\n

He has consented to her passionate ways,<\/span><\/p>\n

He is driven by her sweet and dreadful force.<\/span><\/p>\n

His sanctioning name initials all her works;<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

His silence is his signature to her deeds;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

In the execution of her drama’s scheme,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

In her fancies of the moment and its mood,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

In the march of this obvious ordinary world<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Where all is deep and strange to the eyes that see<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

And Nature’s common forms are marvel-wefts,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

She through his witness sight and motion of might<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Unrolls the material of her cosmic Act,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Her happenings that exalt and smite the soul,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Her force that moves, her powers that save and slay,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Her Word that in the silence speaks to our hearts,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Her silence that transcends the summit Word,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Her heights and depths to which our spirit moves,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Her events that weave the texture of our lives<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

And all by which we find or lose ourselves,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Things sweet and bitter, magnificent and mean,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Things terrible and beautiful and divine.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Her empire in the cosmos she has built,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He is governed by her subtle and mighty laws.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

His consciousness is a babe upon her knees,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Her endless space is the playground of his thoughts,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

His being a field of her vast experiment;<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n

\n

She binds to knowledge of the shapes of Time<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And the creative error of limiting mind<\/span><\/p>\n

And chance that wears the rigid face of fate<\/span><\/p>\n

And her sport of death and pain and Nescience,<\/span><\/p>\n

His changed and struggling immortality.<\/span><\/p>\n

His soul is a subtle atom in a mass,<\/span><\/p>\n

His substance a material for her works.<\/span><\/p>\n

His spirit survives amid the death of things,<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He climbs to eternity through being’s gaps,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He is carried by her from Night to deathless Light.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

This grand surrender is his free-will’s gift,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

His pure transcendent force submits to hers.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

In the mystery of her cosmic ignorance,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

In the insoluble riddle of her play,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

A creature made of perishable stuff,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

In the pattern she has set for him he moves,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He thinks with her thoughts, with her trouble his bosom heaves,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He seems the thing that she would have him seem,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Hs is whatever her artist will can make.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Although she drives him on her fancy’s roads,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

At play with him as with her child or slave,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

To freedom and the Eternal’s mastery<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

And immortality’s stand above the world,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

She moves her seeming puppet of an hour.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Even in his mortal session in body’s house<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

An aimless traveller between birth and death,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Ephemeral dreaming of immortality,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

To reign she spurs him. He takes up her powers;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He has harnessed her to the yoke of her own law.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

His face of human thought puts on a crown.<\/span><\/p>\n

Held in her leash, bound to her veiled caprice,<\/span><\/p>\n

He studies her ways if so he may prevail<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

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\n

\n

Even for an hour and she work out his
\nwill; <\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

He makes of her his moment passion’s serf:<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

To obey she feigns, she follows her creature’s lead:<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

For him she was made, lives only for his use.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

But conquering her, then is he most her slave,<\/span><\/p>\n

He is her dependent, all his means are hers;<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Nothing without her he can, she rules him still.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

At last he wakes to a memory of Self:<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He sees within the face of deity,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

The Godhead breaks out through the human mould:<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Her highest heights she unmasks and is his mate.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Till then he is a plaything in her game;<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Her seeming regent, yet her fancy’s toy,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

A living robot moved by her energy’s springs,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He acts as in the movements of a dream,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

An automaton stepping in the grooves of Fate,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He stumbles on driven by her whip of Force:<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

His thought labours, a bullock in Time’s fields;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

His will he thinks his own, is shaped in her forge.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Obedient to World-Nature’s dumb control,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Driven by his own formidable Power,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

His chosen partner in a titan game<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Her will he has made the master of his fate,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Her whim the dispenser of his pleasure and pain;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He has sold himself into her regal power<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

For any blow or boon that she may choose:<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Even in what is suffering to our sense,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He feels the sweetness other mastering touch,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

In all experience meets her blissful hands;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

On his heart he bears the happiness of her tread<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

And the surprise of her arrival’s joy<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

In each event and every moment’s chance.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

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\n

\n

All .she can do is marvellous
\nin his sight:<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He revels in her, a swimmer in her sea,<\/span><\/p>\n

A tireless amateur of her world-delight,<\/span><\/p>\n

He rejoices in her every thought and act<\/span><\/p>\n

And gives consent to all that she can wish;<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Whatever she desires he wills to be:<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

The Spirit, the innumerable One<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He has left behind his lone eternity,<\/span><\/p>\n

He is an endless birth in endless Time,<\/span><\/p>\n

Her finite’s multitude in an infinite space.<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

\n

The master of existence lurks in us<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And plays at hide and seek with his own Force,<\/span><\/p>\n

In Nature’s instrument loiters secret God.<\/span><\/p>\n

The Immanent lives in man as in his house;<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He has made the universe his pastime’s field,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

A vast gymnasium of his works of might.<\/span><\/p>\n

All-knowing he accepts our darkened state,<\/span><\/p>\n

Divine, wears shapes of animal or man;<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Eternal, he assents to Fate and Time,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Immortal, dallies with mortality.<\/span><\/p>\n


\nThe All-Conscious ventured into Ignorance,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

The All-Blissful bore to be insensible.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Incarnate in a world of strife and pain,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He puts on joy and sorrow like a robe<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

And drinks experience like a strengthening wine.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He whose transcendence rules the pregnant Vasts,<\/span><\/p>\n


\nPrescient now dwells in our subliminal depths,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

A luminous individual Power, alone.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

The Absolute, the Perfect, the Alone<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Has called out of the Silence his mute Force<\/span><\/p>\n

Where she lay in the featureless and formless hush<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

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\n

\n

Guarding from Time by her immobile sleep<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The ineffable puissance of his solitude.<\/span><\/p>\n

The Absolute, the Perfect, the Alone<\/span><\/p>\n

Has entered with his silence into space:<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He has fashioned these countless persons of one self;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He lives in all, who lived in his Vast alone,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Space is himself and Time is only he.<\/span><\/p>\n

The Absolute, the Perfect, the Immune,<\/span><\/p>\n

One who is in us as our secret self,<\/span><\/p>\n

Our mask of imperfection has assumed,<\/span><\/p>\n

He has made this tenement of flesh his own,<\/span><\/p>\n

His image in the human measure cast<\/span><\/p>\n

That to his divine measure we might rise;<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Then in a figure of divinity<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

The Maker shall recast us and impose<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

A plan of godhead on the mortal’s mould<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Lifting our finite minds to his infinite,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Touching the moment with eternity.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

This transfiguration is earth’s due to heaven:<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

A mutual debt binds man to the Supreme:<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

His nature we must put on as he put ours;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

We are sons of God and must be even as he:<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

His human portion, we must grow divine.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Our life is a paradox with God for key.<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

\n

But meanwhile all is a shadow cast by a dream<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And to the musing and immobile Spirit<\/span><\/p>\n

Life and himself don the aspect of a myth,<\/span><\/p>\n

The burden of a long unmeaning tale.<\/span><\/p>\n

For the key is hid and by the Inconscient kept;<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

The secret God beneath the threshold dwells.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

In a body obscuring the immortal Spirit<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

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\n

A nameless Resident vesting unseen powers,<\/span><\/p>\n

With Matter’s shapes and motives beyond thought<\/span><\/p>\n

And the hazard, of an unguessed consequence,<\/span><\/p>\n

An omnipotent indiscernible Influence,<\/span><\/p>\n

He sits, unfelt by the form in which he lives<\/span><\/p>\n

And veils his knowledge by the groping mind.<\/span><\/p>\n

A wanderer in a world his thoughts have made,<\/span><\/p>\n

He turns in a chiaroscuro of error and truth<\/span><\/p>\n

To find a wisdom that on high is his.<\/span><\/p>\n

As one forgetting he searches for himself;<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

As if he had lost an inner light he seeks:<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

As a sojourner lingering amid alien scenes<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He journeys to a home he knows no more.<\/span><\/p>\n

His own self’s truth he seeks who is the Truth;<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He is the Player who became the play,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He is the Thinker who became the thought;<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He is the many who was the silent One.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

In the symbol figures of the cosmic Force<\/span><\/p>\n

And in her living and inanimate signs<\/span><\/p>\n

And in her complex tracery of events<\/span><\/p>\n

He explores the ceaseless miracle of himself,<\/span><\/p>\n

Till the thousandfold enigma has been solved<\/span><\/p>\n

In the single light of an all-witnessing Soul.<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

This was his compact with his mighty mate,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

For love of her and joined to her for ever<\/span><\/p>\n

To follow the course of Time’s eternity.<\/span><\/p>\n

Amid magic dramas of her sudden moods<\/span><\/p>\n

And the surprises of her masked Idea<\/span><\/p>\n

And the vicissitudes of her vast caprice.<\/span><\/p>\n

Two seem his goals, yet ever are they one<\/span><\/p>\n

And gaze at each other over bourneless Time;<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n


\nSpirit and Matter are their end and source.<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n

\n

A seeker of’ hidden meanings in life’s forms,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Of the great Mother’s wide uncharted will<\/span><\/p>\n

And the rude enigma of her terrestrial ways<\/span><\/p>\n

He is the explorer and the mariner<\/span><\/p>\n

On a secret inner ocean without bourne:<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He is the adventurer and cosmologist<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Of a magic earth’s obscure geography.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

In her material order’s fixed design<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Where all seems sure and even when changed, the same,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Even though the end is left for ever unknown<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

And ever unstable is life’s shifting flow,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

His paths are found for him by silent fate;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

As stations in the age’s weltering flood<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Firm lands appear that tempt and stay awhile,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Then new horizons lure the mind’s advance.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

There comes no close to the finite’s boundlessness,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

There is no last certitude in which
\nthought can pause<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

And no terminus of the soul’s experience.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

A limit, a farness never wholly reached, <\/span><\/p>\n

\n

An unattained perfection calls to him<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

From distant boundaries in the Unseen:<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

A long beginning only has been made.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

\n

This is the sailor on the flow of Time,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

This is World-Matter’s slow discoverer,<\/span><\/p>\n

Who, launched into this small corporeal birth,<\/span><\/p>\n

Has learnt his craft in tiny bays of self,<\/span><\/p>\n

But dares at last unplumbed infinitudes,<\/span><\/p>\n

A voyager upon eternity’s seas.<\/span><\/p>\n

In his world-adventure’s crude initial start<\/span><\/p>\n

Behold him ignorant of his godhead’s force,<\/span><\/p>\n

Timid initiate of its vast design.<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n

\n

An expert captain of a fragile craft,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

A trafficker in small’ impermanent wares,<\/span><\/p>\n

At first he hugs the shore and shuns the breadths,<\/span><\/p>\n

Dares not to affront the far-off perilous main.<\/span><\/p>\n

He in a petty coastal traffic plies,<\/span><\/p>\n

His pay doled out from port to neighbour port.<\/span><\/p>\n

Content with his safe round’s unchanging course,<\/span><\/p>\n

He hazards not the new and the unseen.<\/span><\/p>\n

But now he hears the sound of larger seas.<\/span><\/p>\n

A widening world calls him to distant scenes<\/span><\/p>\n

And journeyings in a larger vision’s arc<\/span><\/p>\n

And peoples unknown and still unvisited shores.<\/span><\/p>\n

On a commissioned keel his merchant hull<\/span><\/p>\n

Serves the world’s commerce in the riches of Time<\/span><\/p>\n

Severing the foam of a great land-locked sea<\/span><\/p>\n

To reach unknown harbour lights in distant climes<\/span><\/p>\n

And-open markets for life’s opulent arts,<\/span><\/p>\n

Rich bales, carved statuettes, hued canvases,<\/span><\/p>\n

And jewelled toys brought for an infant’s play<\/span><\/p>\n

And perishable products of hard toil<\/span><\/p>\n

And transient splendours won and lost by the days.<\/span><\/p>\n

Or passing through a gate of pillar-rocks,<\/span><\/p>\n

Venturing not yet to cross oceans unnamed<\/span><\/p>\n

And journey into a dream of distances<\/span><\/p>\n

He travels close to unfamiliar coasts<\/span><\/p>\n

And finds new haven in storm-troubled isles,<\/span><\/p>\n

Or, guided by a sure compass in his thought,<\/span><\/p>\n

He plunges through a bright haze that hides the stars,<\/span><\/p>\n

Steering on the trade-routes of Ignorance.<\/span><\/p>\n

His prow pushes towards undiscovered shores,<\/span><\/p>\n

He chances on unimagined continents:<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

A seeker of the islands of the Blest,<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n

\n

He leaves the last lands, crosses the ultimate seas,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He turns to eternal things, his symbol quest,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Life changes for him its time-constructed scenes,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Its images veiling infinity.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Earth’s borders recede and the terrestrial air<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Hangs round him no longer its translucent veil.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He has crossed the limit of mortal thought and hope,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He has reached the world’s end and stares beyond;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

The eyes of mortal body plunge their gaze<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Into Eyes that look upon eternity.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

A greater world Time’s traveller must explore.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

At last he hears a chanting on the heights<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

And the far speaks and the unknown grows near:<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He crosses the boundaries of the unseen<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And passes over the edge of mortal sight<\/span><\/p>\n

To a new vision of himself and things.<\/span><\/p>\n

He is a spirit in an unfinished world<\/span><\/p>\n

That knows him not and cannot know itself:<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

The surface symbol of his goalless quest<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Takes deeper meanings to his inner view;<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

His is a search of darkness for the light,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Of mortal life for immortality.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

In the vessel of an earthly embodiment<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Over the narrow rails of limiting sense<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He looks out on the magic waves of Time<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Where mind like a moon illumines the world’s dark.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

There is limned ever retreating from the eyes,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

As if in a tenuous misty dream-light drawn,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

The outline of a dim mysterious shore.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

A sailor on the Inconscient’s fathomless sea,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He voyages through a starry world of thought<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

On Matter’s deck to a spiritual sun.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

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\n

\n

Across the noise and multitudinous cry,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Across the rapt unknowable silences,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Through a strange mid-world under supernal sides,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Beyond earth’s longitudes and latitudes,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

His goal is fixed outside all present maps.<\/span><\/p>\n


\nBut none learns whither through the unknown he sails<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Or what secret mission the great Mother gave.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

In the hidden strength of her omnipotent Will,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Driven by her breath across life’s tossing deep,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Through the thunder’s roar and through the windless hush,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Through fog and mist where nothing more is seen,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He carries her sealed orders in his breast.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Late will he know, opening the mystic script,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Whether to a blank port in the Unseen<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He goes, or armed with her fiat, to discover<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

A new mind and body in the city of God<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

And enshrine the Immortal in his glory’s house<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

And make the finite one with Infinity.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Across the salt waste of the endless years<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Her ocean winds impel his errant boat,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

The cosmic waters plashing as he goes,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

A rumour around him and danger and a call.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Always he follows in her force’s wake.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He sails through life and death and other life,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He travels on through waking and through sleep.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

A power is on him from her occult force<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

That ties him to his own creation’s fate,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

And never can the mighty traveller rest<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

And never can the mystic voyage cease,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Till the nescient dusk is lifted from man’s soul<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

And the moms of God have overtaken his night.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

As long as Nature lasts, he too is there;<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n

\n

For this is sure that he and she are one.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Even when he sleeps, he keeps her on his breast:<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Whoever leaves her, he will not depart<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

To repose without her in the Unknowable.<\/span><\/p>\n

There is a truth to know, a work to do,<\/span><\/p>\n

Her play is real; a Mystery he fulfils:<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

There is a plan- in the Mother’s deep world-whim,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

A purpose in her vast and random game.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

This ever she meant since the first dawn of life,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

This constant will she covered with her sport,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

To evoke a person in the impersonal Void,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

With the Truth-Light strike earth’s massive roots of trance,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Wake a dumb self in the inconscient depths <\/span><\/p>\n

\n

And raise a lost power from its python sleep <\/span><\/p>\n

\n

That the eyes of the Timeless might look out from Time<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

And the world manifest the unveiled Divine. <\/span><\/p>\n

\n

For this he left his white infinity<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

And laid on the Spirit the burden of the flesh,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

That Godhead’s seed might flower in mindless Space.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

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