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Flo w'R - OF - the - Mist 
 
 AN EPIC 
 
 by 
 
 CARL BRONSON 
 
"There should always be some 
 foundation of fact for the most airy 
 fabric, and pure invention is but the 
 talent of a liar." — Byron, 1817. 
 
 "Even now, after eighteen centu- 
 ries of Christianity, we may be in- 
 volved in some error, of which the 
 Christianity of the future will make 
 us ashamed." — Vinet. 
 
 "Christianity should be regarded as 
 the greatest effort attempted by the 
 invisible world to communicate osten- 
 sibly with our humanity." — Leon 
 Denis. Translation by Ella Wheeler- 
 Wilcox, 1918. 
 
 "For there is nothing hid, that 
 shall not be manifested; neither was 
 anything kept secret, but that it 
 should come abroad." — St. Mark, 
 Ch. 4, Vr. 22. 
 
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 AN EPIC 
 
 BY 
 
 CARL BRONSON 
 
 (George Cathcart Bronson) 
 
 Written in the Year 1909 and 
 Published in 1920 
 
 Published by the 
 
 "WINGS" PUBLISHING ASSOCIATION 
 
 1439 Geaeaee Street, Hollywood, California 
 
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 COPYRIGHT 1920; CARL BRONSON 
 
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 PREFACE 
 
 WRITTEN BY 
 DANTE 
 
 August 26th, 1919. 
 
 The "Mist-Flow' r" is the symbol 
 of Truth. It has always been. And 
 it is the flower which bursts forth into 
 bloom when the Soul is awakened to 
 Truth, because it resembles the best 
 that is in us: THE RESULT OF 
 OUR SUFFERING. 
 
 It is the blossom of Faith and the 
 stem of Trust. And the leaves of Suf- 
 
fering spring from the soil of Pain, 
 which is the source of Beauty and 
 Life. It is all that is sweetest in fra- 
 grance and in coloring. 
 
 It is the sweetest flower that grows. 
 It has blue petals and a soft green 
 foliage and a fragrance that is Heav- 
 enly. It is the source of many in- 
 spirations. 
 
 It is the flower of God and it is 
 given to man to lift his thots above 
 the transient things. It is also a great 
 inspiration to all who see it, tho but 
 few are given the joy. 
 
 Being of God, it has His light 
 springing from it. It is seen only in 
 this (unseen) realm, where it is seen 
 to bloom in the morning while stars 
 are yet in the heavens, and it has a 
 great light surrounding it, of blue 
 etheric clouds. 
 
 It appears very fragile, but it has 
 the strength of God within it. 
 
 It cannot be destroyed by man, tho 
 it is only the symbol of Truth. 
 
 It is always seen when the Master 
 is near. It is His symbol. 
 
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PROLOGUE 
 
 Pursuant of the beautiful one day, 
 I chose from busy marts afar to stray ; 
 Where, yielding to the meditative 
 
 mood 
 Of moving waters and of shadowed 
 
 wood. 
 Amidst wide screens of leafless trees 
 
 I wound, 
 Immersed in contemplative silence 
 
 round. 
 The year was at the tide when spring, 
 
 is due 
 And winter dallies ere soft zephyrs 
 
 woo 
 The urgent buds into effusive bloom 
 And spirit yearns to wing from out 
 
 the gloom. 
 
 Where forest halls were carpeted with 
 
 leaves 
 Whose brilliant colors lay in wintry 
 
 sheaves, 
 There I essayed to conjure round, the 
 
 ghosts 
 
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Of inspiration's muse evoking hosts : 
 But sensing nought to aid poesy's 
 
 trend, 
 Where fancy led, resumed my onward 
 
 wend. 
 In dells where last year's fragrance 
 
 yet distilled, 
 And riant, crystal springlets rippling 
 
 rilled, 
 I fancied I might snare in subtle 
 
 phrase, 
 (From flocking memories of other 
 
 days) 
 The thots my zealous heart urged 
 
 with excess. 
 In measured words of meaning to ex- 
 press. 
 So, from a sapling strong I bent a 
 
 bow, 
 That swift as light my purposed shaft 
 
 might throw ; 
 Then set my arrow, as I stalked my 
 
 game. 
 Meanwhile rehearsing my unfailing 
 
 aim. 
 Erewhiles I paused to listen to the 
 
 breeze 
 As fitfully it quavered thru the trees. 
 
I strove to link to melody divine, 
 Sound's fleeting fragments — but they 
 
 would not twine. 
 Thot still remiss, disconsolate I fled, 
 My vision groping o'er the way 
 
 ahead. 
 Soon thot chased thot awing in grace- 
 ful flight, 
 Till one, less timid, seemed about to 
 
 light 
 Within the easy range of my deft 
 
 bow. 
 Which tensed with zeal to bring it 
 
 quickly low. 
 Ill aimed, my shaft but grazed the 
 
 fleeting thing. 
 And freed a single feather from its 
 
 wing. 
 Which, seeking out, revived Truth's 
 
 urge again, 
 As from the quill I fashioned me a 
 
 pen. 
 
 Armed with my pen, I roamed the 
 
 deep'ning shade 
 Of mossy dingle and of everglade. 
 The mists hung low upon the forest 
 
 spires 
 
Like vapors rising over altar fires, 
 
 And shadows deepened into arches 
 wide, 
 
 Above the branchy spaces. 
 Either side 
 
 The underwood did fade to tapestry, 
 
 Maze-woven into mystic fantasy. 
 
 In this rude temple all was hushed as 
 death, 
 
 And not a twig was stirred with 
 zephyr's breath. 
 
 Mute were the feathered choristers. 
 No sound 
 
 Disrobed the silence of its peace pro- 
 found. 
 
 Here, laying all my bookish learning 
 
 by, 
 
 Until my view seemed broadened and 
 
 the sky, 
 Tho clouded, spread above me like a 
 
 force 
 That radiated from celestial source, 
 I strove with open-mindedness to gain 
 That which the skill of art invoked in 
 
 vain. 
 
 Seated beneath a tree the frosts had 
 shorn 
 
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(Which seemed an aged sentinel for- 
 lorn) 
 
 I listened to my heart's swift pulsing 
 chime, 
 
 That seemed to murmur of an olden 
 time, 
 
 As if a master pressed his magic bow 
 
 And drawing forth emotion's over- 
 flow. 
 
 Had lifted me upon a tuneful dream 
 
 Above earth's waning , unfulfilling 
 beam. 
 
 To where-within, the music of the 
 spheres 
 
 Seemed to out-billow on my inward 
 ears, 
 
 And surging to exalted heights, com- 
 bined 
 
 In one emotived choir, transcending 
 mind. 
 
 Love was its impulse and its fluent 
 course, 
 
 The reuniting streams of living force 
 
 That long had held apart from all its 
 own. 
 
 Our nighted planet in its orbit lone. 
 
 While thus I mused the rain did add 
 its gush 
 
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Of tapping rhythmics on the music's 
 rush, 
 
 And on the pulseless boughs like lan- 
 terns swung, 
 
 Bright, prismic crystals as in garlands 
 
 strung. 
 Thrilled by the vision and the sweet 
 
 refrain, 
 A sense awoke. It was not joy nor 
 
 pain. 
 But jarred awide my being's very 
 
 core. 
 Discovering my Soul with all its 
 
 store, 
 As 'twere a momentary, total view. 
 Wherein All-knowing consciously 
 
 flamed thru. 
 Then, vision heightened with a wider 
 
 reach. 
 As if the veil had lifted o'er death's 
 
 breach ; 
 When swift as 'twere released from 
 
 out a rift 
 Within the clouds that overhead did 
 
 drift, 
 A sunny beam the riven mists flashed 
 
 thru, 
 
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And lit a drop of rain that hung like 
 
 dew 
 Upon a slender bough before my 
 
 gaze, 
 Enlightening my being with its blaze. 
 
 The rain drop glittered o'er the misty 
 
 pall, 
 A beaming lamp that showered glow 
 
 o'er all. 
 Until, within its limpid hemisphere 
 I caught my vision in reflection clear. 
 And dipping my deft pen into its 
 
 light. 
 With Soul aflame, I thus began to 
 
 write. 
 
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Presenting the elementally beau- 
 tiful aspects of Earth's transition 
 from its creation down to the present 
 phase of THE GREAT CHANGE. 
 During all of this elemental trans- 
 sition, Truth is potentially present, 
 but unrecognized by mortal mind 
 which rises to its highest tide of phys- 
 ical force: MATERIAL INTEL- 
 LECT. 
 
 POSEIDON personifies power in its 
 complaisant formality. His domin- 
 ions are the turbulent tides of hu- 
 man thot, dominated by preju- 
 dices, 
 SOL personifies the false light of big- 
 otry and presumption. His beams 
 are the intellectual rays of doubt 
 and death. 
 FLOW'R-OF-THE-MIST personi- 
 fies Truth in its Spiritual aspect. 
 Elusively appearing and disap- 
 pearing, yet ever at-one with God 
 in Faith and Immortality. 
 IDEALITY personifies that which 
 leads the Soul to its awakening and 
 its freest expression in Truth. 
 
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FLOW'R-OF-THE-MIST 
 
 Part One 
 
 Now lend your contemplation for a 
 
 while, 
 That thot may lift your spirit from 
 
 the guile 
 Of things empirical, to lofty heights 
 Where transcendental verity delights. 
 
 Thus, picture to your view the scenes 
 I trace, 
 
 As if sublimal sight beheld their 
 place; 
 
 For, things are thots, not the reverse, 
 we know; 
 
 Enlightenment's rich wisdom teaches 
 so. 
 
 This I beheld, at least I'll state it 
 thus. 
 
 Words are but masks for things in- 
 credulous ; 
 
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God blew a bubble into starry space 
 
 And named it Earth ; then orbed it in 
 its place, 
 
 And, summoning His angels round 
 His throne. 
 
 The advent of another world made 
 known. 
 
 Said He: "Go solve my riddle and 
 return 
 
 And give account to me of what ye 
 learn : 
 
 Go, take the fairest form that thou 
 canst find. 
 
 And make thy dwelling in it — heart 
 and mind. 
 
 Ere soon I'll burst my bubble and for- 
 sooth, 
 
 Call ye to answer in the name of 
 Truth. 
 
 Unto thy task depart — My works re- 
 veal; 
 
 From mystery the Book of Life un- 
 seal." 
 
 Then God withdrew and left man to 
 evolve, 
 
 The riddle of experience to solve. 
 
 On God's new globe vast oceans 
 spread their realm 
 
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Whose giant deeps the terrain hollows 
 
 whelm 
 With frothing waves that caper to 
 
 the shore, 
 At play with winds that urge them on 
 
 before. 
 King over all this madly surging 
 
 host 
 Was Poseidon, whose realm, from 
 
 coast to coast. 
 Included atmosphere and mount and 
 
 plain, 
 And lake and river in despotic reign. 
 Beneath the waves, where sunlight 
 
 never falls. 
 His coral spires and prismy-tinted 
 
 walls. 
 Uplifted battlements amidst the 
 
 brine. 
 Resplendent in the phosphorescent 
 
 shine. 
 There, from his throne this monarch 
 
 ruled the sea 
 With harsh, inflexible authority; 
 His brandished trident roused or 
 
 meekly stilled 
 The pliant waters, as his temper 
 
 willed. 
 
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Flow'r-of-the-Mist was gruff Posei- 
 don's queen, 
 
 Of graces manifold and lovely mien; 
 
 Of water and of Spirit haply born, 
 
 Chaste symbol meant to bless and to 
 adorn. 
 
 Her fleecy scarf it was that limned 
 the clefts 
 
 Of serrate mountains with its snowy 
 wefts ; 
 
 Or, sweeping deftly o'er valleys 
 green, 
 
 Enveiled the wand' ring rivers in her 
 screen ; 
 
 Or, mounting on the breeze above 
 the night. 
 
 She soared to catch the dawn's suf- 
 fusing light 
 
 Within the sparkling jewels of her 
 crest. 
 
 And vanish ere the sun's fierce glance 
 addrest. 
 
 Of nights when calm enchained the 
 wafting waves. 
 
 This king oft sent his queen, con- 
 voyed by slaves. 
 
 To gather crystals from the terrain's 
 shores, 
 
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To lustre o'er his throne and palace 
 floors : 
 
 For, old Poseidon was a crafty lord 
 
 Who sought contentment in his gold- 
 en hoard ; 
 
 His appetency being pow'r supreme, 
 
 Ambition purposed each aspiring 
 dream. 
 
 Since ev'ry underplot requires a 
 mask, 
 
 Flow'r-of-the-Mist he used in such a 
 task. 
 
 Her influence he prized tho wary he, 
 
 And much inclined to narrow jeal- 
 ousy. 
 
 Self-satisfied he was, austere and 
 smug, 
 
 Constraining sentiment with doubtful 
 • shrug. 
 
 So doth mere hate resemble much the 
 true. 
 
 And tolerance seem love unto the 
 view. 
 
 'Tis wrong design perverts sweet vir- 
 tue's course 
 
 And arrogates to ill the highest force. 
 
 Thus keen Poseidon used the Mist- 
 flow' r's veil 
 
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To hide the reef before the homing 
 
 sail; 
 Confusing e're the steersman's guiding 
 
 view, 
 With doubtful leadings from the 
 
 compass true. 
 
 On this eventful night mild zephyrs 
 
 bore 
 The gentle queen enlambent waters 
 
 o'er, 
 And Cynthia, with opalescent glow. 
 Gazed from her height upon the scene 
 
 below ; 
 Where, like a showy pageant all 
 
 alight. 
 Moved o'er the bounding tide a daz- 
 zling sight. 
 Such as 'twere vain for poet's paltry 
 
 skill 
 Unto the mind to picture and fulfill. 
 Mermaiden beauties robed in pearly 
 
 spume 
 Graced creamy steeds gay with the 
 
 royal plume. 
 And mermen, in rich armament be- 
 
 dight, 
 
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Outridden dolphins guided thru the 
 
 night. 
 Within an iridescent cloud of spray 
 In pallid azure veiled, the Mist-flow'r 
 
 lay, 
 While her rare being, like a dawning 
 
 bloom. 
 Exhaled the fragrance of her soul's 
 
 perfume. 
 
 Delightful one! Embodiment of 
 love! 
 
 Benignant mind, the commonplace 
 above ! 
 
 Oh, couldst thy self-sufficient liege 
 have guessed 
 
 The priceless bliss enchaliced in thy 
 breast. 
 
 Thou not so often wouldst have fared 
 alone, 
 
 Thy latent charms, alas, to him un- 
 known. 
 
 Why art thou so elusive, unexpressed *? 
 
 Ecstatic source ! Nepentha sweet and 
 blest! 
 
 Thou manifesteth vaguely as a bloom 
 
 Whose being is recalled in faint per- 
 fume; 
 
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Yet, he who seeks thee shall not seek 
 
 in vain; 
 Who heeds the perfume views the 
 
 rose again. 
 
 Truth seems ofttimes to serve but evil 
 ends, 
 
 And some unworthy cause anon de- 
 fends ; 
 
 Thus did the Mist-flow' r servilely 
 abide, 
 
 Submissively at old Poseidon's side. 
 
 Meanwhile, to usage patiently re- 
 signed. 
 
 Her soul elusively was wont to find,- 
 
 In rapt communion with an unseen 
 guest, 
 
 A presence constant that lulled fears 
 to rest; 
 
 Which, when her famished heart 
 yearned tender balm, 
 
 Consoled and stilled her with a 
 heav'nly calm. 
 
 'Tis being loved and loving beauti- 
 fies, 
 
 Else something radiant within us 
 dies ; 
 
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A something that awakened grows 
 
 and glows, 
 Rejoicing free expression to disclose; 
 Such love as makes each generous and 
 
 kind, 
 Inspiring unto nobler heights of mind. 
 All ye who nearest unto God would 
 
 live 
 Must of His Love most radiantly 
 
 give. 
 
 This night, refreshed by heav'nly 
 
 aethers rare, 
 The cheery Mist-flow' r banished 
 
 gloomy care. 
 As in and out of tide eroded caves 
 She sought for sparkling gems beneath 
 
 the waves, 
 Gleaning the precious lore of shiny 
 
 sands 
 With zealous glance and facile, dim- 
 pled hands. 
 Thus drifting strange and fary shores 
 
 along, 
 She whiled her toil with fragments 
 
 of sweet song, 
 Till wearied with the labors of the 
 
 quest, 
 
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She paused amidst the rocking waves 
 
 to rest; 
 Lulled into dreams upon the buoyant 
 
 tide, 
 Her slaves disporting distant from 
 
 her side. 
 About her wafted breezy perfumes 
 
 rare, 
 From spicy groves of distant islands 
 
 fair; 
 And music soft, melliloquently 
 
 twined. 
 Intangibly above her, undefined; 
 Like to the fall of syllable and word 
 Of waters murmuring, when dimly 
 
 heard. 
 Like snowy doves the graceful gulls 
 
 did glide. 
 Reflecting shadows in the glassy tide; 
 And intermittently the petrels 
 
 shrieked 
 As darkly over breaking crest they 
 
 streaked. 
 
 As longings surged in her unquiet 
 
 breast. 
 Forebodings dire her feeling heart 
 
 opprest ; 
 
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More ominous than silence that doth 
 
 creep 
 Upon the waters ere the storm doth 
 
 sweep. 
 O blessed solitude I What joy to 
 
 dream 
 When dreaming wings our thots to 
 
 heights supreme! 
 How oft her unseen wooer touched 
 
 her lips 
 As gently as the breeze the billow 
 
 tips; 
 Or sighed upon her cheek. Or stroked 
 
 her hair, 
 An aureola bright enweaving there; 
 And summoning the hosts of Heav'n 
 
 to aid — 
 So do some love us who have crossed 
 
 death's shade. 
 O Love that Truth alone hath yet 
 
 defined I 
 O tenderness unknown to mortal 
 
 mind! 
 Solicitude born of angelic care 
 Hath anthem glorified thy blessings 
 
 rare, 
 Or poet's frenzy ever half implied 
 
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His joy whose Spirit-love walks at his 
 side? 
 
 Imagination can but vaguely sense 
 
 How blest such union is with recom- 
 pense ; 
 
 O ye who will not rend death's veil 
 apart, 
 
 How can ye ever understand the 
 heart? 
 
 As fancy shapes fair images of thot 
 About somxC tender theme by yearn- 
 ings wrought, 
 Her Comforter did linger at her heart. 
 'Twas Ideality, and set apart 
 Her abstract self from unillumined 
 
 love, 
 Lifting desire the temporal above : 
 Soul is awakened thru the higher call 
 Of deep emotion and its quick'ning 
 
 thrall. 
 Complacent minds, beware, lest when 
 
 ye chide 
 Ye fashion virtue as a pulseless 
 
 bride. 
 Beware, lest what ye coldly put away 
 Doth leave ye only unresponsive clay. 
 When Ideality doth woo, the goal 
 
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Can be no less than consciousness of 
 
 Soul : 
 Intense emotion is the carver's knife 
 Which frees the Soul from limitings 
 
 to Life. 
 Tho secretly conceived, yearnings are 
 
 heard, 
 And oft more potent are than uttered 
 
 word. 
 'Tis thus desires we shape in full or 
 
 part. 
 Infallibly out-seek some kindred 
 
 heart. 
 And borne upon the babbling tongues 
 
 of winds. 
 Stir into action mean, conspiring 
 
 minds. 
 All seeming void is so attuned that 
 
 ears 
 Are in the air and ev'ry planet hears. 
 'Twas thus the mishap I will now re- 
 late. 
 Occurred as seemed the Mist-flow' r's 
 
 hast'ning fate. 
 
 Upon a quest of brigandage and prey 
 A troop of knights chanced by her 
 very way, 
 
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And midst the waves, immured in 
 peaceful rest, 
 
 Bespied the ocean queen's be jeweled 
 crest 
 
 And slyly creeping close unto her side 
 
 O'erviewed her unveiled beauty, won- 
 der eyed. 
 
 The whiles she was unconscious of all 
 harm. 
 
 The riant breeze displayed her per- 
 son's charm; 
 
 Disporting with her sheer and filmy 
 drape, 
 
 Bespraying spangles o'er the flaunt- 
 ing crepe 
 
 That sparkled in the moon's enlam- 
 bent shine, 
 
 Like dewy jewels on a trembling vine. 
 
 Like alabaster laid in lucent green 
 Her perfect body glow'd the waves 
 
 between. 
 And all about her, while she lay at 
 
 rest, 
 The wanton ripples their emotion 
 
 prest. 
 Her wealth of hair, of that rare, 
 
 matchless shade. 
 No artistry has ever semblance made, 
 
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A sunny halo round her head did 
 
 twine ; 
 (A symbol of enlightenment divine) 
 Which streamed, a mass of flowing, 
 
 silken mesh; 
 Caught by the breeze above her glow- 
 ing flesh. 
 Neath arching brows engraved with 
 
 subtle skill. 
 Such eyes reposed as seeing saw no 
 
 ill; 
 Two dreamy deeps she saw not with, 
 
 but thru, 
 And, seeing thus, met all with tender 
 
 view. 
 Compassionate, yet calm with sweet 
 
 desire, 
 Her soul unsolved, mysterious with 
 
 fire. 
 From inner depths of her so moving 
 
 gazed 
 That some who looked within with 
 
 love were crazed. 
 Soul hunger is a yearning to unfold 
 Which only Truth can quicken from 
 
 the mold. 
 
 H: * * * sK * 
 
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We left the Mist-flow'r in a briny 
 bed, 
 
 While brigands bartered for her prec- 
 ious head ; . 
 
 We left her, like a benediction blest. 
 
 Abeam upon the swaying ocean's 
 breast. 
 
 So falls a pearl before low bred de- 
 sire, 
 
 Which cannot think above its own 
 require. 
 
 The ruler of these prowling thieves 
 was Sol, 
 
 Who, of the stellar host, outshone 
 them all; 
 
 A lewd, presumptions, carnal-mindeji 
 king, 
 
 Much like to those of mortal humor- 
 ing. 
 
 His domain wide embraced the starry 
 skies 
 
 And cast the false-light into seeking 
 eyes: 
 
 His was the fiery, elemental force, 
 
 Which marks the seasons in their 
 yearly course. 
 
 As nought could add to Sol's luxuri- 
 ous might; 
 
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His henchmen catered to his appetite, 
 
 Sating his cravings, more or less com- 
 plex. 
 
 With delectations of the gentler sex. 
 
 The rarest oft must pay the common 
 price, 
 
 The humbler make the greater sacri- 
 fice : 
 
 Since man is inconsistency supreme, 
 
 Can one expect more of a mere sun- 
 beam? 
 
 These robber knights reflected but the 
 crave 
 
 Of their vile king, and tho he were a 
 knave. 
 
 It mattered not, their crafty swords 
 were drawn 
 
 In prejudice, tho virtue was the pawn. 
 
 So thoughtless minds subserve the 
 stronger will, 
 
 And are misled to deeds of fiendish 
 ill. 
 
 When will brave hearts discriminate- 
 ly fight. 
 
 Their arms defending only what is 
 right? 
 
 At wrong's command must subjects 
 e'er obey 
 
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And friend meet friend in murderous 
 
 array '? 
 That flag alone is potent in whose 
 
 folds 
 Is writ those virtues which its might 
 
 upholds. 
 Now Sol's brash thieves, minded for 
 
 any deed, 
 Having no conscience but their mon- 
 arch's greed. 
 Aroused the queen from dreamy 
 
 flights of love, 
 And drew her gaze toward their king 
 
 above ; 
 Who, since awake, was glancing o'er 
 
 the steep 
 Above the headland in his daily sweep 
 And with his pallet, opulent with 
 
 light, 
 Was laying tinsel o'er retiring night. 
 
 With promises of rare, undreamed de- 
 light. 
 
 The pirates urged, and then, to charm 
 her sight. 
 
 And shew the queen their god's ex- 
 haustless store, 
 
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They scattered golden beams o'er sea 
 and shore. 
 
 With charmed affright she viewed the 
 
 gleaming tide 
 That, now a curdling sheet of flame 
 
 awide, 
 Dazzled her gaze with such a wealth 
 
 untold, 
 Thot could not compass nor could 
 
 kingdom hold ; 
 Yet she, who held within the greater 
 
 prize, 
 Could not be lured amiss in such a 
 
 wise. 
 
 When ev'ry wile unto presumption 
 
 known 
 Had failed of its design, one course 
 
 alone 
 Remaining then, by force they seized 
 
 their prize 
 And bore her captive to the distant 
 
 skies. 
 The sun-god hailed his cohorts with 
 
 amaze. 
 As they their captive led before his 
 
 gaze. 
 
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Tho rarest beauties followed in his 
 train, 
 
 None could compare with her born of 
 the main. 
 
 Rapaciously Sol's lustful appetite 
 
 Did raven o'er this most delectful 
 sight. 
 
 As from his throne his eye beamed on 
 his guest, 
 
 Alluring gems were brought at his 
 behest 
 
 And placed before her wond'ring eyes, 
 that she 
 
 Might soon forget her wifely con- 
 stancy. 
 
 Most gorgeous robes were wrought of" 
 rainbows rare, 
 
 As tribute to her grace, would she but 
 wear; 
 
 But her sweet soiil did spurn pre- 
 sumption's zest, 
 
 And loathing pent her now distracted 
 breast. 
 
 As shallow swains put forth their best 
 
 at first, 
 Vain Sol appeared a scintillating 
 
 burst. 
 
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A chariot was brought, by such steeds 
 drawn 
 
 As could out-speed the swift, unbrid- 
 led dawn. 
 
 And Sol himself vouchsafed their 
 nuptial course, 
 
 Which led beyond day's far, remotest 
 source. 
 
 The while they journeyed thru 
 
 heav'n's starry space. 
 The sun-god marked the Mist-flow' r's 
 
 ev'ry grace, 
 And with insinuating glance he strove 
 The maid's refined and tender heart 
 
 to move. 
 
 Suggestion is deception's subtle snare, 
 With which it lures the heedless to its 
 
 lair; 
 But she, defended by her soul's Ideal, 
 Disdained the proffers of his false 
 
 appeal. 
 
 Meanwhile, the queen's attendants, 
 
 dumb with fright. 
 Could scarce appreciate her awful 
 
 plight: 
 
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Like most defenders of the Truth 
 to-day, 
 
 Fain when hard pressed to flee the 
 other way. 
 
 Now that the foe had vanished from 
 their path, 
 
 These slaves were frothy with impo- 
 tent wrath; 
 
 And tardily, as laggards have before, 
 
 Turned homeward with chastisement 
 dread in store. 
 
 They found the sea-god whiling leis- 
 ure hours 
 
 Amidst the waters sleeping round his 
 tow'rs. 
 
 And fearfully they knelt before his 
 throne 
 
 In breathless haste to make their story 
 known. 
 
 Scarce did Poseidon hear ere he began 
 A dire revenge upon his foe to plan; 
 For selhsh love and hate are so akin, 
 That each the other's being sleeps 
 within. 
 
 Alas I how frail the vows that bind as 
 
 one 
 Two beings for this little earthly ran; 
 
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Of course it was her fault, else could 
 
 this foe 
 Thus rob him of the mate he treasured 
 
 so? 
 Once jealousy is born it multiplies 
 Till trust and ev'ry other virtue dies: 
 All wars and strifes that stain life's 
 
 golden page 
 Are born of jealousy and nursed in 
 
 rage. 
 
 Enraged, Poseidon lashed the sea to 
 foam, 
 
 Bemoaning in his wrath his outraged 
 home; 
 
 And summoning his tempests, bade 
 them speed 
 
 Upon the track of him whose mon- 
 strous greed 
 
 Had robbed him of a queen whose 
 mystic dow'r 
 
 Had seem'd the sure accession of his 
 pow'r. 
 
 Then waged an awful combat round 
 
 about. 
 From arming legions rose the battle 
 
 shout. 
 
The rumbling tread of armies shook 
 the skies, 
 
 As Sol unto the challenge swift re- 
 plies. 
 
 Mad waves reached high. The scorch- 
 ing sun beat down 
 
 As each did strive to wrest the other's 
 crown — 
 
 In massing billows marched the sea- 
 god's hosts, 
 
 While Sol repulsed them over rocky- 
 coasts. 
 
 The tides reeled back with angered, 
 spiteful blows, 
 
 As from the skies the fiery tempest 
 glows 
 
 With burning onrush to assail the 
 foe. 
 
 That struggles 'neath the lightning's 
 lance below. 
 
 And noxious vapors darted, deadly 
 fumed. 
 
 And wheresoe'er they touched all was 
 consumed. 
 
 Hate shows scant mercy, but this war 
 knew none; 
 
 Not in all memory were such deeds 
 done. 
 
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Destruction and despoil and fright- 
 fulness, 
 
 Were glorified together with excess. 
 
 Presumption rude and formal bigotry, 
 
 Full powered loosed its vile duplicity, 
 
 And with its rile and evil-rotted reign, 
 
 Construed God's very Truth to be 
 inane : 
 
 The blasphemies that pedantry de- 
 signed 
 
 Eclipsed the savagery of heathen 
 mind. 
 
 Proving mere reason's aim, when sel- 
 fishness. 
 
 Is soulless intellect and conscience- 
 less: 
 
 Each hath its own especial god, its 
 need. 
 
 Before whose throne it humbly prays 
 in greed. 
 
 Old Sol was conquering his acrid foe, 
 And beating down his breaking hosts 
 
 below. 
 When, rash with eager, over-weaning 
 
 pride, 
 He quit the siege for her alluring side, 
 
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Who languishing, from sunny heights 
 o'er gazed 
 
 The dreadful scenes below with senses 
 dazed. 
 
 Alarmed, now apprehending Sol's in- 
 tent. 
 
 The Mist-flow' r's faith renewing cour- 
 age lent, 
 
 As suddenly avoiding his embrace, 
 
 She fled afar with such unwonted 
 grace, 
 
 Her beauty whet the glutton for a 
 feast. 
 
 The more he contemplated, more in- 
 creased 
 
 His avid yearning to possess the prize, 
 
 That deep within her wondrous being 
 lies: 
 
 That mystic something all are yearn- 
 ing for. 
 
 Which nought can substitute: That 
 inmost core 
 
 Wherein abides perfection's fadeless 
 beam. 
 
 Whose ultimate is God and bliss 
 supreme. 
 
 Evasive tho she sped, yet swifter still 
 
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The sun-god's eager arms outreached 
 
 until 
 Remotest avenues of space grew 
 
 bright, 
 Revealing the poor queen's distracted 
 
 flight. 
 Tho friendly winds lent her their 
 
 swiftest steed, 
 Sol caught her with his lighter footed 
 
 speed. 
 And as an eagle swoops upon its prey, 
 Her fainting body in his talons lay. 
 
 What will she do? How will she e'er 
 
 defend 
 Love's sweet reserve that mere desire 
 
 would rend? 
 How helpless seems the beautiful! 
 
 Too frail 
 To cope with bestial wills that would 
 
 prevail. 
 O rare, exquisite tenderness I O Flow'r 
 Of Spirit ! Hast thou nought of magic 
 
 pow'r 
 May overcome smug and presumptive 
 
 lust 
 That would procure thee tho it gained 
 
 but dust? 
 
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Inflamed with passion now beyond re- 
 lief, 
 Sol seized his prize, regardless of her 
 
 grief; 
 His noxious breath fumed o'er her 
 
 like a pest, 
 His lustful kisses now she scarce re- 
 pressed ; 
 Her sweet elusiveness availed her 
 
 nought 
 'Gainst uncontrolled desire, lewd and 
 
 distraught. 
 In vain she pled for mercy with soft 
 
 tears — 
 Entreaties tender fell on heedless 
 
 ears ; 
 The wicked god, drunk with o'er- 
 
 wrought excess. 
 Forced on the swooning queen his 
 
 foul caress. 
 Until his up-pent amour by its heat, 
 His maddened impulse did itself 
 
 defeat : 
 For there are laws which cannot be 
 
 transgressed ; 
 Which, over-stept, doth froward aim 
 
 arrest; 
 
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When that procured by stealth some- 
 how eludes 
 
 The selfish force that on its faith 
 intrudes. 
 
 The very rancor of SoPs pent desire, 
 
 Consumed the Mist-flow' r with its 
 breath of fire. 
 
 Alas, these habitations built of spray, 
 
 How temporal, how unenduring they I 
 
 'Twas natural Sol's flame, so fiercely 
 pent. 
 
 Would disenthral her soul of his in- 
 tent; 
 
 As Truth is proof against all evil 
 might. 
 
 So her freed Spirit winged its upward 
 flight; 
 
 Leaving but mute remains in Sol's 
 embrace, 
 
 A thing insensate, tho of wondrous 
 grace. 
 
 Which, slipping lightly evil's clutches 
 thru. 
 
 Returned to parching earth refreshing 
 dew. 
 
 No balmy April shower could com- 
 pare 
 
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With her blest vapors borne upon the 
 
 air. 
 The harp-strung and vociferating 
 
 trees 
 Flung joyous anthems on the frag- 
 rant breeze, 
 And wak'ning buds responded to the 
 
 thrill 
 Of omnipresent, All-creative Will. 
 As if it were her parting breath, sweet 
 
 Spring 
 Breathed life into the heart of ev'ry- 
 
 thing; 
 Love permeated each aspiring gleam 
 Of life, of thot, of vision and of 
 
 dream ; 
 Became the subtle, atmospheric part 
 Of inspiration and the soul of art. 
 
 So seems the Truth apparently de- 
 stroyed 
 
 But to revive again all unalloyed; 
 
 Tho scorned and crucified 'twill re- 
 appear. 
 
 Till selfish aims resolve and faiths 
 cohere ; 
 
 Until that stone rejected by each 
 creed 
 
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O'ercrowns Life's arch and ev'ry Soul 
 is freed. 
 
 Vain world, ye may revile and per- 
 secute, 
 
 And place above the True your sub- 
 stitute. 
 
 But that which Is can all your wiles 
 defy, 
 
 And rise to mock ye tho it seem to 
 die. 
 
 Above the fields where slaughter had 
 been wrought, 
 
 From out the pandemonium of thot, 
 
 Toward supernal regions of the True, 
 
 Unharmed the Mist-flow' r's spirit up- 
 ward flew 
 
 Into his arms whose spirit long had 
 wooed ; 
 
 Who. near at hand had ever waiting 
 stood, 
 
 Claiming eternally his loyal bride 
 
 Whose now discamate being graced 
 his side; 
 
 She who, like he, had braved Life's 
 winding path. 
 
 Initiate in sufferance and wrath. 
 
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Each stood in contemplative joy 
 
 amazed, 
 As deeply, Soul in Soul, they fondly 
 
 gazed; 
 Aquiver with high consciousness, and 
 
 both 
 At-one in Love and Spirit, God's own 
 
 troth. 
 Sweet tears of ecstasy gushed from 
 
 their eyes. 
 As each the other's Soul did recog- 
 nize; 
 Long parted in Life's deft, evolving 
 
 strands. 
 Save for brief moments and the touch 
 
 of hands. 
 Now were they one, with all delusion 
 
 passed. 
 And Ideality proved real at last. 
 The masked and false impressions of 
 
 the flesh 
 Revealed a mystic web's untangling 
 
 mesh; 
 A skein of keen experience, the veil 
 Which lifted doth reveal the Holy 
 
 Grail. 
 
 Their way along was thru a Hcav'n- 
 ly field 
 
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Where shady deeps gave of their 
 warbling yield 
 
 From clustering birds of every hue, 
 
 That, plumed like blooms, sang rad- 
 iant with dew; 
 
 And all were trustful, for they knew 
 not fright, 
 
 So loving were the airs and none to 
 smite. 
 
 Beneath an elm beside wide Lethe's 
 stream. 
 
 The lovers tarried, dizzied with their 
 dream. 
 
 Whilst he explained that he had wait- 
 ed long 
 
 Her hither coming from earth's learn- 
 ing throng. 
 
 And, as they gazed aback toward the 
 earth. 
 
 They saw that circling round its misty 
 girth 
 
 Were many souls which had not Love 
 attained. 
 
 And thus by hate's attraction still 
 were chained; 
 
 For none may cross this stream be- 
 yond, who still 
 
 Have it in heart to do another ill. 
 
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Within the vortex of perplexing flight 
 Were earth-bound souls lost in mind's 
 
 doubtful night; 
 And comforters, blest Angels, vainly 
 
 sought 
 The sorrows of their loved to ease in 
 
 thot. 
 Sought to untangle from confusion's 
 
 web 
 The minds of those swept in hate's 
 
 baleful ebb; 
 Sought to divert all from the wilful 
 
 crave 
 That hath no vision farther than the 
 
 grave. 
 
 No mortal walks the earth so reft and 
 
 lone 
 But hath some Soul to love him all 
 
 his own. 
 Love will not let one perish tho one 
 
 fall. 
 For Love is all of us, the AU-in-All : 
 And constantly between the here and 
 
 there 
 Are Angels who provide our ev'ry 
 
 care ; 
 
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Our Spirit-guides. Tho in re-birth we 
 
 seem 
 To part, we are at-one each night in 
 
 dream. 
 We only need to banish doubt to 
 
 know 
 The providence of Love's full over- 
 flow; 
 We only need to Love for Love's own 
 
 sake, 
 To weld that link which time nor 
 
 death can break ; 
 We only have as much beyond as we 
 Have builded here in Spirit, lovingly. 
 Whom God hath joined at-one no 
 
 man may part — - 
 'Tis He who mates true lovers ere 
 
 they start 
 Upon Life's cycles of experience. 
 Tho oft dissevered in the maze of 
 
 chance, 
 It is not kinship doth our love attest. 
 Nor whom we self appoint to love the 
 
 best, 
 We may but guess who hides behind 
 
 the mask: 
 To love our own is not a trying task; 
 
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Unprejudiced, we must fulfill our 
 days 
 
 Faithful and true and question not 
 God's ways; 
 
 When we the depth of Truth can un- 
 derstand 
 
 All masks shall fall and mates walk 
 hand in hand. 
 
 Now earth deleted from the lovers 
 gaze, 
 
 And where false gods once ruled is 
 melting haze, 
 
 Translucent space and glowing atmos- 
 phere, 
 
 With starry kingdoms bright, outblaz- 
 ing clear. 
 
 Garlands of Love-Unked Souls en- 
 circled planes. 
 
 Around about the planetary chains; 
 
 Each Soul with personality defined, 
 
 Attuned, within its special chord en- 
 twined; 
 
 Bound to eternity with Spirit strands. 
 
 An endless melody of clasping hands. 
 
 Which, tho Life's gamut each com- 
 pletely trace, 
 
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Not one it left without the hymn of 
 
 grace. 
 Christ's God is orb of never ending 
 
 day, 
 Sol's petty glimmer fading neath His 
 
 ray, 
 Impotent as a glowworm's tiny spark; 
 Compared with Higher-consciousness, 
 
 Truth's Arc. 
 -Light, heat and formal wisdom are 
 
 no more, 
 For loving Faith alone commands the 
 
 door 
 Of secret understanding. We receive 
 Alone as we are ready to believe: 
 The pow'r we covet must be Spirit- 
 flame 
 Which is of God, He of the Soul the 
 
 same. 
 
 Now utter bliss transcending mortal 
 
 thrill. 
 As only perfect concord may distill, 
 Resolved their destined beings into 
 
 this : 
 (As their desirous lips met, kiss on 
 
 kiss,) 
 
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That upward on wafts of supreme de- 
 
 light, 
 
 They breast to breast entwined in 
 raptured flight 
 
 O'er realms elysian, faring at will — 
 
 So ev'ry righteous wish God doth ful- 
 fill. 
 
 Such is the destiny of ev'ry Soul; 
 
 Each in due time attains perfection's 
 goal; 
 
 Thus ev'ry wistful longing, sweet at 
 heart, 
 
 Shall be attained in full, not just in 
 part. 
 
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PART TWO 
 
 This chapter presents the earth in 
 its present phase of transformation, 
 when the new Light of the Master 
 has finally turned its forces upon ma- 
 terial doubt, crystallizing all into 
 Spiritual Truth. 
 
 In this new phase all adverse forces 
 are overcome and seen and unseen 
 walk hand in hand and the earth as 
 a material existence is absorbed in 
 Spirit flame and the Master in all His 
 glory returns to claim His own. 
 
 Adown the west horizon, battle spent, 
 Sol's legions flashed their passing 
 
 armament. 
 As gloaming vapors wrapt within 
 
 their fold, 
 A lustrous afterglow of burnished 
 
 gold. 
 O'erhead, the glamour of night's 
 
 starry sheen 
 
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Beamed like a diadem o'er earth's 
 
 serene, 
 And creeping darkness, with its dusky 
 
 pall. 
 Unfurled her mantle gently over all. 
 With nimbus radiant with overflow, 
 And paling in the sun's departing 
 
 glow. 
 The moon unrolled her scroll upon 
 
 the plain 
 Of fringing waters, like a path amain. 
 
 Abating turmoil lulled the earth to 
 
 calm. 
 As softened nature lay her slumbrous 
 
 balm 
 Upon the hushing murmurs of the 
 
 deep, 
 And blending forces harmonized in 
 
 sleep. 
 
 Thus God's deft process of a day 
 
 unborn. 
 Dreams in night's chrysalis the birth 
 
 of morn. 
 
 A throbbing note thrills suddenly o'er 
 earth, 
 
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As fleet-winged heralds voice a new 
 
 day's birth; 
 Each vibrant heart hath caught the 
 
 softened mood, 
 Of tender impulse and awak'ning 
 
 good. 
 Another dawn, fairer than all before. 
 Hath like a rocket flasht earth's 
 
 shadow o'er, 
 And all creation, merging as from 
 
 sleep. 
 Glows into radiance beneath the 
 
 sweep 
 Of morning's mild, resplendent, 
 
 purpling beam, 
 Whose warm, increscent light o'er all 
 
 doth stream. 
 As Truth's effulgence lifts the mists 
 
 away, 
 A rainbow arches o'er the dancing 
 
 spray. 
 Whose colors fold in harmony all 
 
 hopes. 
 Whose crescent bends above God's 
 
 Heav'nly slopes; 
 And from the hazy yester', like a gull. 
 Careering o'er the waves with dipping 
 
 hull, 
 
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A phantom ship beats down the veer- 
 ing trail 
 
 Of gusty winds that warp the urgent 
 sail. 
 
 Oft wavering in doubt a mortal 
 
 stands 
 Beside the helm. With vacillating 
 
 hands 
 His treasure-laden ship he vainly 
 
 guides 
 Against the baffling hindrances of 
 
 tides, 
 Towards a vague, uncharted, mystic 
 
 shore. 
 Whose beacon fails his vision o'er and 
 
 o'er; 
 And e'er, a phantom shoal before him 
 
 looms. 
 Where lurking death his wav'ring 
 
 spirit dooms; 
 And fear, dread siren of the fateful 
 
 deep. 
 Deceptive chants the mind's eternal 
 
 sleep. 
 Will law and letter guide him thru 
 
 the veil 
 Of error that affrets his random sail*? 
 
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Ah no I A truer Pilot boards his ship, 
 A surer hand the rambling helm doth 
 
 grip, 
 And fills his sails with Truth's in- 
 spiring breeze, 
 Which lilts his vessel over tranquil 
 
 seas. 
 Hail Him, precursor of the Truth and 
 
 Right, 
 Whose shield is Wisdom and whose 
 
 sword is Light; 
 That Light which is enlightenment 
 
 and Love, 
 Divinely radiating from above. 
 It is the Son-of-man who whispers 
 
 o'er, 
 The beautiful restores which was of 
 
 yore; 
 The death knell of the feudal age He 
 
 sings,^ 
 A new relationship of men He brings : 
 The great "I am", the ego self, is 
 
 dead. 
 And power is the force of Love in- 
 stead. 
 
 "Let down your anchor, sailor, here 
 and now I" 
 
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(The Pilot's voice resounds above the 
 
 prow) 
 "Your anchorage is Truth and it will 
 
 hold; 
 Whereon you sail is God's eternal 
 
 fold." 
 "Once more I come the Soul of man 
 
 to wrest 
 From doubt, the canker in the mortal 
 
 breast. 
 Thou sensest, sailor, but thy wayward 
 
 ship, 
 And adverse tides that round about 
 
 thee slip. 
 These are but symbols on the upward 
 
 way; 
 Thou art eternal and thy ship but 
 
 clay; 
 The land thou contemplatest dim 
 
 and far 
 Is too remote, seek Heaven where you 
 
 are; 
 The Kingdom blest of God is where 
 
 you stand — 
 'Tis not an unknown, vaguely distant 
 
 land. 
 But heed the whisperings within thine 
 
 ear, 
 
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And these shall tell of Angels ever 
 
 near. 
 But balance up thy Spirit with thy 
 
 dust — 
 With these at-one, thou canst thy 
 
 sight adjust; 
 All worlds are one and Spirits at your 
 
 side 
 Await to lead you, each a loving 
 
 Guide." 
 ''Inbreathe into thy being thy new 
 
 force, 
 Not fate, but guidance let direct your 
 
 course ; 
 God's Angels, sent to minister and 
 
 teach, 
 Have dipt the formal barriers round 
 
 each 
 And earth is now included in the 
 
 chain 
 Of endlessness, and shall in Truth 
 
 remain ; 
 For, when God's Light shall infil- 
 trate all thru, 
 All matter shall be crystalled as the 
 
 dew. 
 This is the end which shall in time 
 
 befall 
 
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Your wayward planet thru the higher 
 
 call." 
 ''As mind is master over matter coarse, 
 So Spirit wakes the True perceptive 
 
 source; 
 Omnific gift, it hovers where thou art. 
 But cast doubt's follies from thy 
 
 yearning heart, 
 And in their stead divine influx shall 
 
 grow 
 Till Wisdom's flood thy being over- 
 flow." 
 "Within thy being is the golden store 
 Of yesterday, now and for ever more ; 
 This fleshly body is a chalice fine, 
 Designed to hold the gift of Grace- 
 
 Divine." 
 "We are not here to let sensation 
 
 wane, 
 But by experience control to gain; 
 The more refined the flame, the more 
 
 intense, 
 It is the God within doth feel and 
 
 sense." 
 "It is the physical is crucified. 
 That we may find and place the Soul 
 
 inside. 
 Inaction is but death, the unatoned; 
 
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The doubts we hold, the progress 
 
 we've postponed. 
 Oh prejudice, what martyrs you have 
 
 made! 
 Unto re-birth thou hast sent many a 
 
 shade. 
 
 Thou sealest up the door of seeking 
 mind; 
 
 Thou openest man's eyes, yet leave 
 him blind." 
 
 "We cannot ride to Heaven on a 
 creed. 
 
 But must progress by worthy Love 
 and deed. 
 
 Poised o'er extremes, balanced with- 
 out a flaw ; 
 
 Complete in Wisdom and set free by 
 law; 
 
 Proportioned of all substance coarse 
 and fine; 
 
 And of non-substance shading to Di- 
 vine; 
 
 The All-in-one, co-ordinate designed. 
 
 With All dimension in his Soul com- 
 bined ; 
 
 Man is the rare equation of God's 
 thot: 
 
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The great sum total of the All and 
 nought." 
 
 "Thru selfless Love advancing, crav- 
 ing Light, 
 
 Each mind must be attuned, con- 
 formed aright; 
 
 Kneeling as to a sacrament to sip 
 
 Life's understanding with a thirsting 
 
 lip: 
 
 Receiving learning as the dawning 
 flow'r. 
 
 With petals open to Almighty pow'r, 
 
 Draws to its cup sweet dews of vital 
 force, 
 
 From Love's exhaustless, All-sustain- 
 ing source." 
 
 "If beauty dwelleth in thee thou shalt 
 
 view 
 Creation with a sacred aspect true, 
 Which cannot be debased while yet 
 
 one grain 
 Of Truth within thy steadfast heart 
 
 remain." 
 
 "The Beautiful is God's own elo- 
 quence 
 
 Which falleth from His lips like 
 frankincense. 
 
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He speaks, and all creation's joys in- 
 crease ; 
 
 He speaks, and lifts the fainting heart 
 to peace; 
 
 And, would ye have your Soul's de- 
 sire, in pray'r 
 
 And wistful yearning seek, the way 
 is there. 
 
 Truth is the vital leaven in the clod, 
 
 And service is the pathway unto God. 
 
 Oh, deign to shed the sympathetic 
 tear. 
 
 And lend thy soothing voice to sor- 
 row's ear. 
 
 The true Deihc touch is tenderness 
 
 And Patience is God's manifest ca- 
 ress." 
 
 *•* ^ ^ *K ^ 2^ 
 
 Alas I Alas ! 
 
 The beam hath vanished from the 
 drop of dew, 
 
 Which suddenly a zephyr doth be- 
 strew 
 
 Within the hollow of a blossom's cup, 
 
 That from the sterile earth hath 
 struggled up; 
 
 And o'er the bough whereon the crys- 
 tal hung, 
 
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A new-born year hath fragrant blos- 
 soms flung. 
 So, ever and anon, God beautifies 
 Unseen and seen and nothing ever 
 
 dies, 
 i O may some yearning heart like to 
 
 the flow'r. 
 Receive its crystal drop and wake to 
 
 pow'r I 
 If such an one find comfort in my 
 
 view, 
 I shall be glad that I have labored 
 
 thru; 
 And that my pen, dipt in a ray of 
 
 light. 
 Hath traced its prismic fancies into" 
 
 sight. 
 For we are more than evanescent 
 
 dew; 
 Our Souls retain each earned and 
 
 added hue 
 Until at last complete, Immortal, 
 
 whole. 
 We blend at-one in Father, Son and 
 
 Soul. 
 
 (THE END) 
 
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May it, which is the "Mist 
 Flower," the Soul of Truth, or the 
 Truth of the Soul now be. We, this 
 morning sense that this most secret 
 mystery is about to be revealed unto 
 the earth forces which have reached 
 their nemesis. 
 
 It is now time for the beautiful 
 sweetness of Truth to shine upon hu- 
 manity. The dew clings to the flower 
 with life-giving forces as the Truth 
 shall refresh the heart of mankind. 
 
 When this is called into the world, 
 all forces must fall before it and yield 
 to its thrilling sweetness and heed 
 the sound of Truth, instead of that 
 of earthly forces. We seek this ''Mist 
 Flower," now, as the great epic of 
 the most beautiful force of the Mas- 
 ter. 
 
 Will you now pursue the wings of 
 Soul writing and bring them to carry 
 this to the world? 
 
 Your guide and strong helper here, 
 urges that it is now time for this to 
 bloom into light. "Mist Flower," 
 soul immortal, thou shalt waken! 
 
 Write this in your Soul: that, as 
 
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truly as we speak, so shall the work 
 of your soul-hands find the light, for 
 now is the time written in signs which 
 are favorable to this. 
 
 With this insistent promise, seek 
 the way of an opening. Make this 
 statement: That this, written some 
 years ago, has been sacredly kept 
 within its darkened chrysalis, through 
 which the light of day might not 
 shine, only the new light of Truth; 
 while you awaited the voice from here 
 to mark the time of telling. 
 
 Now is the time well set in the plan 
 of this (unseen) world. 
 
 This is such a statement as should" 
 preface your "Mist Flower"; says 
 this one writing: Mist Flower now! 
 
 Dante. 
 
 May 17th, 1920. 
 
 Thru the hand of Ruth Bronson. 
 
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Must speed this thot to you; that 
 Nature is now tuned to its highest 
 vibration with the forces of Truth. 
 
 Watch for the new beauty in all 
 things now. 
 
 Useless is the effort to retard this 
 surging tide now, for it is a strong 
 Spiritual force that will awaken the 
 world. 
 
 Write this message from me, that 
 "Mist Flower" is the waters of Truth 
 in its finer mentality. Want not, the 
 vision from us last was thru with this 
 thot. Try to be satisfied, this work 
 contains great unseen Truth which is 
 now needed upon earth, so have no 
 doubt as to its demand. 
 
 Will speak more fully. 
 
 Yours, 
 
 Ella Wheeler-Wilcox. 
 
 May 17th, 1920. 
 
 Thru the hand of Ruth Bronson. 
 
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Which is the stronger to combat, 
 stubborn will or ignorance in any thot 
 along these lines? I say that the 
 most incapable will is more worthy 
 than a stubborn will. When we seek 
 to be seen we find no sympathy for 
 us around those wilfully disinterested. 
 That is, those who have been given 
 proof and do not accept without an 
 exception. 
 
 What is mostly needed is open 
 minds and hearts, waiting to be shown 
 the Light of new things with eager 
 hope in which lies the secret of eon- 
 tact with this world. 
 
 Will, when used to oppose things 
 not desirable, whether used to shut 
 new senses out or all new aspirations, 
 this will is stubborn will. 
 
 Will that is without imagery or 
 unable to be impressed is what we 
 call "Will of Ignorance." This is 
 more easily broken down than the 
 other by us. 
 
 When we seek to impart some help 
 or guidance, we first must break thru 
 
the set barriers of the person's thot 
 which appear most formidable some- 
 times. 
 
 When we have penetrated the out- 
 side iixed connections, we have to 
 work upon the will of that one to 
 send the thot to its aperture in the 
 receiving part of the brain. 
 
 Sensitives are impressed as tho by 
 the slightest breath from here, while 
 those who are closed as to these things 
 are, until some swift sorrow breaks 
 their will, held in as tho unable to be 
 moved by anything save an earth- 
 quake, or some violent force of the 
 physical realm. With infinite suffer- 
 ing those here are driven away from 
 their loved ones there, when the ones 
 there are under the control of will as 
 we call this force, which is very much 
 in its self. 
 
 When we see that we cannot reach 
 some one whom we desire to send a 
 thot to, we say that one is inclosed 
 by earth-will. When those of this 
 class come here, they are very weak in 
 thot force, which of course is vital 
 force here; which, when held in re- 
 
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straint thru the time spent on earth, 
 becomes very weak and without 
 working capacity. 
 
 With no source to stimulate us 
 thru life, the Soul forces become 
 weakened, since they need renewing 
 from the great source here, which is 
 Life eternal. 
 
 We slowly refresh the weakened 
 person until the Truth lights their 
 concentrated earth-thots. When these 
 are broken down all is once more seen 
 as it is, with the Truth shining thru 
 every thot. 
 
 We seek to open this source to men 
 on earth. It may be drawn into the. 
 Soul of each one if they do not close 
 their forces to it. 
 
 This is now the time for Truth to 
 come from the lips of all who seek 
 the Master. The words of His lips 
 shall be your words if you listen to 
 the voice of the vast, unseen host 
 which hovers over the earth with 
 wide-spread wings of protecting thots 
 and great Love and understanding, if 
 mankind will only surrender to the 
 sweet voices of persuasion that speak 
 
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the words of Truth with great power 
 and beauty. 
 
 Maude Wellings-Bronson. 
 
 April 21, 1920, L. A. 
 
 Thru the hand of Ruth Bronson. 
 
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 LBA 
 
 p2: 
 
I append these very apparently pri- 
 vate communications from dear ones 
 beyond, only to assure my mun- 
 dane friends that the loving interest 
 and helpfulness of old association 
 never ceases beyond the veil, and 
 that the worlds are actually one to 
 those who will it so. 
 
 The Author. 
 
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