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CANTO TWO<\/font> <\/font>
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\nTHE PARABLE OF THE SEARCH<\/font><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

\nFOR THE SOUL<\/font><\/b><\/span><\/font>
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A<\/font>S<\/font><\/b><\/span> in the vigilance of the sleepless night<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThrough the slow heavy-footed silent hours,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nRepressing in her bosom its load of grief,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nShe sat staring at the dumb tread of Time<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd the approach of ever-nearing Fate,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA summons from her being’s summit came,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA sound, a call that broke the seals of Night.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAbove her brows where will and knowledge meet<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA mighty Voice invaded mortal space.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt seemed to come from inaccessible heights<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd yet was intimate with all the world<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd knew the meaning of the steps of Time<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd saw eternal destiny’s changeless scene<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFilling the far prospect of the cosmic gaze.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAs the Voice touched, her body became a stark<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd rigid golden statue of motionless trance,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA stone of God lit by an amethyst soul.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAround her body’s stillness all grew still:<\/span><\/font>
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Her heart listened to its slow measured beats,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHer mind renouncing thought heard and was mute:<\/span><\/font>
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"Why earnest thou to this dumb deathbound earth,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis ignorant life beneath indifferent skies<\/span><\/p>\n

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Tied like a sacrifice on the altar of Time,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nO spirit, O immortal energy,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIf ’twas to nurse grief in a helpless heart<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr with hard tearless eyes awake thy doom?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nArise, O soul, and vanquish Time and Death."<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut Savitri’s heart replied in the dim night:<\/span><\/font>
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"My strength is taken from me and given to Death,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhy should I lift my hands to the shut heavens<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr struggle with mute inevitable Fate<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr hope in vain to uplift an ignorant race<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWho hug their lot and mock the saviour Light<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd see in Mind Wisdom’s sole tabernacle,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn its harsh peak and its inconscient base<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA rock of safety and an anchor of sleep?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIs there a God whom any cry can move?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe sits in peace and leaves the mortal’s strength<\/span><\/p>\n

\nImpotent against his calm omnipotent Law<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd Inconscience and the almighty hands of Death.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat need have I, what need has Satyavan<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo avoid the black meshed net, the dismal door,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr call a mightier Light into life’s dosed room,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA greater Law into man’s little world?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhy should I strive with earth’s unyielding laws<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr stave off death’s inevitable hour?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis surely is best to pactise with my fate<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd follow close behind my lover’s steps<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd pass through night from twilight to the sun<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAcross the tenebrous river that divides<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe adjoining parishes of earth and heaven.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThen could we lie inarmed breast upon breast,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nUntroubled by thought, untroubled by our hearts,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nForgetting man and life and time and its hours,<\/span><\/font>
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Forgetting eternity’s call, forgetting God."<\/font><\/p>\n

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The Voice replied: "Is this enough, O spirit?<\/font><\/p>\n

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And what shall thy soul say when it wakes and knows<\/font><\/p>\n

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The work was left undone for which it came?<\/font><\/p>\n

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Or is this all for thy being born on earth<\/font><\/p>\n

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Charged with a mandate from eternity,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A listener to the voices of the years,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A follower of the footprints of the gods,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nTo pass and leave unchanged the old dusty laws?<\/font><\/p>\n

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Shall there be no new tables, no new Word,<\/font><\/p>\n

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No greater light come down upon the earth<\/font><\/p>\n

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Delivering her from her unconsciousness,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Man’s spirit from unalterable fate?<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nCam’st thou not down to open the doors of Fate,<\/font><\/p>\n

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The iron doors that seemed for ever closed,<\/font><\/p>\n

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And lead man to truth’s wide and golden road<\/font><\/p>\n

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That runs through finite things to eternity?<\/font><\/p>\n

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Is this then the report that I must make,<\/font><\/p>\n

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My head bowed with shame before the Eternal’s seat,-<\/font><\/p>\n

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His power he kindled in thy body has failed,<\/font><\/p>\n

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His labourer returns, her task undone?"<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nThen Savitri’s heart fell mute, it spoke no word.<\/font><\/p>\n

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But holding back her troubled rebel heart,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Abrupt, erect and strong, calm like a hill,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Surmounting the seas of mortal ignorance,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Its peak immutable above mind’s air,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A Power within her answered the still Voice:<\/font><\/p>\n

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"I am thy portion here charged with thy work,<\/font><\/p>\n

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As thou myself seated for ever above,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nSpeak to my depths, O great and deathless Voice,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Command, for I am here to do thy will."<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nThe Voice replied: "Remember why thou cam’st:<\/font>
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Find out thy soul, recover thy hid self,<\/font><\/p>\n

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In silence seek God’s meaning in thy depths,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Then mortal nature change to the divine.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Open God’s door, enter into his trance.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Cast Thought from thee, that nimble ape of Light:<\/font><\/p>\n

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In his tremendous hush stilling thy brain<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHis vast Truth wake within and know and see.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCast from thee sense that veils thy spirit’s sight;<\/span><\/font>
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In the enormous emptiness of thy mind<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThou shalt see the Eternal’s body in the world,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nKnow him in every voice heard by thy soul:<\/span><\/font>
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In the world’s contacts meet his single touch,<\/font><\/p>\n

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All things shall fold thee into his embrace.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Conquer thy heart’s throbs, let thy heart beat in God:<\/font><\/p>\n

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Thy nature shall be the engine of his works,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThy voice shall house the mightiness of his Word:<\/span><\/font>
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Then shalt thou harbour my force and conquer Death."<\/font><\/p>\n

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Then Savitri by her doomed husband sat,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Still rigid in her golden motionless pose,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A statue of the fire of the inner sun.<\/font><\/p>\n

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In the black night the wrath of storm swept by,<\/font><\/p>\n

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The thunder crashed above her, the rain hissed,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Its million footsteps pattered on the roof.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Impassive mid the movement and the cry,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Witness of the thoughts of mind, the moods of life,<\/font><\/p>\n

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She looked into herself and sought for her soul.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A dream disclosed to her the cosmic past,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe crypt-seed and the mystic origins,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe shadowy beginnings of world-fate:<\/span><\/font>
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A lamp of symbol lighting hidden truth<\/span><\/p>\n

\nImaged to her the world’s significance.<\/span><\/font>
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In the indeterminate formlessness of Self<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCreation took its first mysterious steps,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt made the body’s shape a house of soul<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd Matter learned to think and person grew;<\/span><\/font>
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She saw Space peopled with the seeds of life<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd saw the human creature born in Time.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAt first appeared a dim half-neutral tide<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf being emerging out of infinite Nought:<\/span><\/font>
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A consciousness looked at the inconscient Vast<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd pleasure and pain stirred in the insensible Void.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAll was the deed of a blind World-Energy:<\/span><\/font>
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Unconscious of her own exploits she worked,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nShaping a universe out of the Inane.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn fragmentary beings she grew aware:<\/span><\/font>
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A chaos of little sensibilities<\/span><\/p>\n

\nGathered round a small ego’s pinpoint head,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn it a sentient creature found its poise,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt moved and lived a breathing, thinking whole.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOn a dim ocean of subconscient life<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA formless surface consciousness awoke:<\/span><\/font>
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A stream of thoughts and feelings came and went,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A foam of memories hardened and became<\/font><\/p>\n

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A bright crust of habitual sense and thought,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A seat of living personality<\/font><\/p>\n

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And recurrent habits mimicked permanence.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Mind nascent laboured out a mutable form,<\/font><\/p>\n

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It built a mobile house on shifting sands,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A floating isle upon a bottomless sea.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A conscious being was by this labour made;<\/font><\/p>\n

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It looked around it on its difficult field<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn the green wonderful and perilous earth;<\/span><\/font>
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It hoped in a brief body to survive,<\/font>
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Relying on Matter’s false eternity.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt felt a godhead in its fragile house;<\/span><\/font>
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It saw blue heavens, dreamed immortality.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A conscious soul in the Inconscient’s world<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHidden behind our thoughts and hopes and dreams,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAn indifferent Master signing Nature’s acts<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLeaves the vicegerent mind a seeming king.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn his floating house upon the sea of Time<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis regent sits at work and never rests:<\/span><\/font>
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He is a puppet of the dance of Time,<\/font><\/p>\n

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He is driven by the hours, the moment’s call<\/font><\/p>\n

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Compels him with the thronging of life’s need<\/font><\/p>\n

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And the babel of the voices of the world.<\/font><\/p>\n

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This mind no silence knows nor dreamless sleep,<\/font><\/p>\n

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In the incessant circling of its steps<\/font><\/p>\n

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Thoughts tread for ever through the listening brain;<\/font><\/p>\n

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It toils like a machine and cannot stop.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Into the body’s many-storeyed rooms<\/font><\/p>\n

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Endless crowd down the dream-god’s messages.<\/font><\/p>\n

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All is a hundred-toned murmur and babble and stir,<\/font><\/p>\n

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There is a tireless running to and fro,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A haste of movement and a ceaseless cry,<\/font><\/p>\n

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The hurried servant senses answer apace<\/font><\/p>\n

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To every knock upon the outer doors,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Bring in life’s visitors, report each call,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Admit the thousand queries and the calls<\/font><\/p>\n

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And the messages of communicating minds<\/font><\/p>\n

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And the heavy business of unnumbered lives<\/font><\/p>\n

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And all the thousandfold commerce of the world.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Even in the tracts of sleep is scant repose;<\/font><\/p>\n

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He mocks life’s steps in strange subconscient dreams,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe strays in a sublime realm of symbol scenes,<\/span><\/font>
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His night with thin-air visions and dim forms<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe packs or peoples with slight drifting shapes<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd only a moment spends in silent self.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAdventuring into infinite mind-space<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe unfolds his wings of thought in inner air,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr travelling in imagination’s car<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCrosses the globe, journeys beneath the stars,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo subtle worlds takes his ethereal course,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nVisits the gods on life’s miraculous peaks,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCommunicates with Heaven, tampers with Hell<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis is the little surface of man’s life.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe is this and he is all the universe;<\/span><\/font>
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He scales the Unseen, his depths dare the Abyss;<\/font><\/p>\n

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A whole mysterious world is locked within.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nUnknown to himself lives a hidden king<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBehind rich tapestries in great secret rooms;<\/span><\/font>
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An epicure of the spirit’s unseen joys,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe lives on the sweet honey of solitude:<\/span><\/font>
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A nameless god in an unapproachable fane,<\/font><\/p>\n

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In the secret adytum of his inmost soul<\/font><\/p>\n

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He guards the being’s covered mysteries<\/font><\/p>\n

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Beneath the threshold behind shadowy gates<\/font><\/p>\n

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Or shut in vast cellars of inconscient sleep.<\/font><\/p>\n

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The immaculate Divine All-Wonderful<\/font><\/p>\n

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Casts into the argent purity of his soul<\/font><\/p>\n

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His splendour and his greatness and the light<\/font><\/p>\n

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Of self-creation in Time’s infinity<\/font><\/p>\n

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As into a sublimely mirroring glass.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Man in the world’s life works out the dreams of God.<\/font><\/p>\n

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But all is there, even God’s opposites;<\/font><\/p>\n

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He is a little front of Nature’s works,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA thinking outline of a cryptic Force.<\/span><\/font>
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All she reveals in him that is in her,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Her glories walk in him and her darknesses.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Man’s house of life holds not the gods alone:<\/font><\/p>\n

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There are occult Shadows, there are tenebrous Powers,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInhabitants of life’s ominous nether rooms,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA shadowy world’s stupendous denizens.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA careless guardian of his nature’s powers,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMan harbours dangerous forces in his house.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe Titan and the Fury and the Djinn<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLie bound in the subconscient’s cavern pit<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd the Beast grovels in his antre den:<\/span><\/font>
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Dire mutterings rise and murmur in their drowse.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInsurgent sometimes raises its huge head<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA monstrous mystery lurking in life’s deeps,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe mystery of dark and fallen worlds,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe dread visages of the adversary Kings.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe dreadful powers held down within his depths<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBecome his masters or his ministers,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEnormous they invade his bodily house,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCan act in his acts, infest his thought and life.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInferno surges into the human air<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd touches all with a perverting breath.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nGrey forces like a thin miasma creep<\/span><\/p>\n

\nStealing through chinks in his closed mansion’s, doors,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDiscolouring the walls of upper mind<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn which he lives his fair and specious life,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd leave behind a stench of sin and death:<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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Not only rise in him perverse drifts of thought<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd formidable formless influences,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut there come presences and awful shapes;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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Tremendous forms and faces mount dim steps<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd stare at times into his living-rooms,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Or called up for a moment’s passionate work<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLay a dire custom’s claim upon his heart:<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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Aroused from sleep, they can be bound no more.<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n

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Afflicting the daylight and alarming night,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Invading at will his outer tenement<\/font><\/p>\n

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The stark gloom’s grisly dire inhabitants<\/font><\/p>\n

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Mounting into God’s light all light perturb.<\/font><\/p>\n

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All they have touched or seen they make their own,<\/font><\/p>\n

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In Nature’s basement lodge, mind’s passages fill,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Disrupt thought’s links and musing sequences,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Break through the soul’s stillness with a noise and cry<\/font><\/p>\n

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Or they call the inhabitants of the abyss,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Invite the instincts to forbidden joys,<\/font><\/p>\n

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A laughter wake of dread demoniac mirth<\/font><\/p>\n

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And with nether riot and revel shake life’s floor.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Impotent to quell his terrible prisoners,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Appalled the householder helpless sits above,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Taken from him his house is his no more.<\/font><\/p>\n

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He is bound and forced, a victim of the play,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Or, allured, joys in the mad and mighty din.<\/font><\/p>\n

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His nature’s dangerous forces have arisen<\/font><\/p>\n

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And hold at will a rebel’s holiday.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Aroused from the darkness where they crouched in the depths,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Prisoned from the sight, they can be held no more;<\/font><\/p>\n

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His nature’s impulses are now his lords.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOnce quelled or wearing specious names and vests<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInfernal elements, demon powers are there.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMan’s lower nature hides these awful guests.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTheir vast contagion grips sometimes man’s world.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAn awful insurgence overpowers man’s soul.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn house and house the huge uprising grows,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHell’s companies are loosed to do their work,<\/span><\/font>
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Into the earth-ways they break out from all doors,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInvade with blood-lust and the will to slay<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd fill with horror and carnage God’s fair world.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDeath and his hunters stalk a victim earth;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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The terrible Angel smites at every door:<\/font><\/p>\n

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An awful laughter mocks at the world’s pain<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd massacre and torture grin at Heaven:<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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All is the prey of the destroying force;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Creation rocks and tremble top and base.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis evil Nature housed in human hearts<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA foreign inhabitant, a dangerous guest:<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

The soul that harbours it it can dislodge,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nExpel the householder, possess the house.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAn opposite potency contradicting God,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA momentary Evil’s almightiness<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHas straddled the straight path of Nature’s acts.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt imitates the Godhead it denies,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPuts on his figure and assumes his face.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA Manichean creator and destroyer,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis can abolish man, annul his world.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut there is a guardian power, there are Hands that save,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCalm eyes divine regard the human scene.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAll the world’s possibilities in man<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAre waiting as the tree waits in its seed:<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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His past lives in him, it drives his future’s pace;<\/font><\/p>\n

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His present’s acts fashion his coming fate.<\/font><\/p>\n

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The unborn gods hide in his house of Life.<\/font><\/p>\n

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The daemons of the unknown overshadow his mind<\/font><\/p>\n

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Casting their dreams into live moulds of thought,<\/font><\/p>\n

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The moulds in which his mind builds out its world.<\/font><\/p>\n

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His mind creates around him its universe.<\/font><\/p>\n

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All that has been renews in him its birth,<\/font>
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All that can be is figured in his soul.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Issuing in deeds it scores on the roads of the world,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n

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Obscure to the interpreting reason’s guess,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n

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Lines of the secret purpose of the gods.<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n

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In strange directions runs the intricate plan;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Held back from human foresight is their end.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd the far intention of some ordering Will<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr the order of life’s arbitrary Chance<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFinds out its settled poise and fated hour.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOur surface watched in vain by reason’s gaze,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInvaded by the impromptus of the unseen,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHelpless records the accidents of Time,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe involuntary turns and leaps of life.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOnly a little of us foresees its steps,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOnly a little has will and purposed pace.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA vast subliminal is man’s measureless part.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe dim subconscient is his cavern base.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAbolished vainly in the walks of Time<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOur past lives still in our unconscious selves<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd by the weight of its hidden influences<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIs shaped our future’s self-discovery.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThus all is an inevitable chain<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd yet a series seems of accidents.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe unremembering hours repeat the old acts,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOur dead past round our future’s ankles clings<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd drags back the new nature’s glorious stride,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr from its buried corpse old ghosts arise,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOld thoughts, old longings, dead passions live again,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nRecur in sleep or move the waking man<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo words that force the barrier of the lips,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo deeds that suddenly start and o’erleap<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHis head of reason and his guardian will.<\/span><\/font>
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An old self lurks in the new self we are;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Hardly we escape from what we once had been:<\/font><\/p>\n

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In the dim gleam of habit’s passages,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn the subconscient’s darkling corridors<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAll things are carried by the porter nerves<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd nothing checked by subterranean mind,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nUnstudied by the guardians of the doors<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd passed by a blind instinctive memory,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe old gang dismissed, old cancelled passports serve,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNothing is wholly dead that once had lived.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn dim tunnels of the world’s being and in ours<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe old rejected nature still survives,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe corpses of its slain thoughts raise their heads<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd visit mind’s nocturnal walks in sleep,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIts stifled impulses breathe and move and rise;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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All keeps a phantom immortality.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIrresistible are Nature’s sequences:<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

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The seeds of sins renounced sprout from hid soil;<\/font><\/p>\n

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The evil cast from our hearts once more we face.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOur dead selves come to slay our living soul.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA portion of us lives in present Time,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA secret mass in dim inconscience gropes;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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Out of the inconscient and subliminal<\/span><\/p>\n

\nArisen, we live in mind’s uncertain light<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd strive to know and master a dubious world<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhose purpose and meaning are hidden from our sight.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAbove us dwells a superconscient god<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHidden in the mystery of his own light:<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Around us is a vast of ignorance<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLit by the uncertain ray of human mind,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBelow us sleeps the Inconscient dark and mute.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut this is only Matter’s first self-view,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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A scale and series in the Ignorance.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis is not all we are or all our world.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOur greater self of knowledge waits for us,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA supreme light in the truth-conscious Vast:<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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It sees from summits beyond thinking mind,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt moves in a splendid air transcending life.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt shall descend and make earth’s life divine.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTruth made the world, not a blind Nature-Force.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFor here are not our large diviner heights;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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Our summits in the superconscient’s blaze<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAre glorious with the very face of God:<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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There is our aspect of eternity,<\/font><\/p>\n

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There is the figure of the god we are,<\/font><\/p>\n

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His young unaging look on deathless things,<\/font><\/p>\n

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His joy in our escape from death and Time,<\/font><\/p>\n

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His immortality and light and bliss.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Our larger being sits behind cryptic walls:<\/font><\/p>\n

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There are greatnesses hidden in our unseen parts<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThat wait their hour to step into life’s front:<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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We feel an aid from deep indwelling Gods:<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n

One speaks within. Light comes to us from above.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOur soul from its mysterious chamber acts;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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Its influence pressing on our heart and mind<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPushes them to exceed their mortal selves.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt seeks for Good and Beauty and for God;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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We see beyond self’s walls our limitless self,<\/font><\/p>\n

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We gaze through our world’s glass at half-seen vasts,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nWe hunt for the Truth behind apparent things.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Our inner Mind dwells in a larger light,<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n
\nIts brightness looks at us through hidden doors;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Our members luminous grow and Wisdom’s face<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAppears in the doorway of the mystic ward:<\/span><\/font>
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When she enters into our house of outward sense,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Then we look up and see, above, her sun.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A mighty life-self with its inner powers<\/font><\/p>\n

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Supports the dwarfish modicum we call life,<\/font><\/p>\n

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It can graft upon our crawl two puissant wings.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Our body’s subtle self is throned within<\/font><\/p>\n

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In its viewless palace of veridical dreams<\/font><\/p>\n

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That are bright shadows of the thoughts of God.<\/font><\/p>\n

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In the prone obscure beginnings of the race<\/font><\/p>\n

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The human grew in the bowed apelike man.<\/font><\/p>\n

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He stood erect, a Godlike form and force,<\/font><\/p>\n

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And a soul’s thoughts looked out from earthborn eyes;<\/font><\/p>\n

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Man stood erect, he wore the thinker’s brow:<\/font><\/p>\n

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He looked at heaven and saw his comrade stars;<\/font><\/p>\n

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A vision came of beauty and greater birth<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSlowly emerging from the heart’s chapel of light<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd moved in a white lucent air of dreams.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe saw his being’s unrealised vastnesses,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe aspired and housed the nascent demi-god.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOat of the dim recesses of the self<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe occult seeker into the open came:<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

He heard the far and touched the intangible,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe gazed into the future and the unseen;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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He used the powers earth-instruments cannot use,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA pastime made of the impossible;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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He caught up fragments of the Omniscient’s thought,<\/font><\/p>\n

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He scattered formulas of omnipotence.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Thus man in his little house made of earth’s dust<\/font><\/p>\n

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Grew towards an unseen heaven of thought and dream<\/font><\/p>\n

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Looking into the vast vistas of his mind<\/font><\/p>\n

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On a small globe dotting infinity.<\/font><\/p>\n

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At last climbing a long and narrow stair<\/font>
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He stood alone on a high roof of things<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd saw the light of a spiritual sun.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAspiring he transcends his earthly self;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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He stands in the largeness of his soul new-born<\/font><\/p>\n

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Redeemed from encirclement by mortal things<\/font><\/p>\n

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And moves in a pure free spiritual realm<\/font><\/p>\n

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As in the rare breath of a stratosphere.<\/font><\/p>\n

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A lost end of far lines of divinity,<\/font><\/p>\n

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He mounts by a frail thread to his high source;<\/font><\/p>\n

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He reaches his fount of immortality,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe calls the Godhead into his mortal life.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAll this the spirit concealed had done in her:<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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A portion of the mighty Mother came<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInto her as into its own human part:<\/span><\/font>
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Amid the cosmic workings of the Gods<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n
\nIt marked her the centre of a wide-drawn scheme,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Dreamed in the passion of her far-seeing spirit<\/font><\/p>\n

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To mould humanity into God’s own shape<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nAnd lead this great blind struggling world to light<\/font><\/p>\n

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Or a new world discover or create.<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nEarth must transform herself and equal Heaven<\/font><\/p>\n

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Or Heaven descend into earth’s mortal state.<\/font><\/p>\n

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But for such vast spiritual change to be,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Out of the mystic cavern in man’s heart<\/font><\/p>\n

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The heavenly Psyche must put off her veil<\/font><\/p>\n

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And step into common nature’s crowded rooms<\/font><\/p>\n

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And stand uncovered in that nature’s front<\/font><\/p>\n

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And rule its thoughts and fill the body and life.<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n

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Obedient to a high command she sat:<\/font><\/p>\n

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Time, life and death were passing incidents<\/font><\/p>\n

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Obstructing with their transient view her sight,<\/font><\/p>\n

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Her sight that must break through and liberate the god<\/font>
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Imprisoned in the visionless mortal man.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe inferior nature born into ignorance<\/span><\/p>\n

\nStill took too large a place, it veiled her self<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd must be pushed aside to find her soul.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

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