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 SEP. 3 1901 
 
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 CLASS XXo. N». 
 
 COPY 3. 
 
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 "And the Lord God said unto the serpent . . . I will 
 Put enmities between thee and the woman, and between 
 thy seed aud her seed: she shall crush thy head, and thou 
 shall lie in wait for her heel." — Gen. iii. 14, 15. 
 
 "And a great sign appeared in heaven: a woman 
 clothed with the sun, and the moon under her feet, and 
 on her head a crown of twelve stars." — Apoc. xii. 1. 
 
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"Behold the Fig Tree and learn her parable. When 
 the branch thereof shall become tender, and her buds 
 appear, know that the day of God is upon you." 
 
 "Wherefore, then said the Lord that the building 
 of the Fig Tree shall foretell the End?" 
 
 "Because the Fig Tree is the symbol of the Divine 
 Woman. " 
 
 Therefore came he vainly seeking fruit upon the Fig 
 Tree, u for the time of figs was not yet." Bible. 
 
"All things are thine — O Mother of God: All 
 things are thine, O thou who riseth from the Sea 
 — And thou shalt have dominion over all the 
 worlds." 
 
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 WHY the passing throng so still? 
 See, O blind, Truth blazes here : 
 Bow before this peak of time. 
 Quivering lips and fingers restless with 
 Thy dripping beads no story tells. 
 She sees ! a birth, a King, 
 A mighty counsellor, a Prince has come : 
 And Raphael — master stroke sublime — 
 In Mary's arms the Jesus rests. 
 Not him her vision seeks — 
 The glory in her eyes? (O mystery divine!) 
 There the master painted Christ. 
 
 The fig tree tender buds and blooms, 
 
 The Sabbath of the Lord is come. 
 
 A cycle ends. 
 
 Her hour at last ! 
 
 List ! the virgin speaks, 
 
 The night is past. 
 
 The soft lips move, a story grows : 
 Ears have ye and hear not? 
 O deaf and dumb and blind ! 
 Through ages, since the world began, 
 The mystery grew. 
 
A VINE, a fig, in Eden's bower; 
 Mary came, when Eve was born, 
 Eyes have ye and see not? 
 Chained ye have to Eden's bower 
 The Soul. 
 
 Awake, O world, and learn — 
 The Virgin speaks — 
 The soul has eyes and feet, and 
 Swift from Adam's long embrace 
 It springs. 
 
 The world is Adam. 
 The soul is Eve. 
 
 And Eve with eyes and feet and love 
 Shall win for him his throne. 
 A throne? 
 
 There on Patmos' distant isle. — 
 On — Eve. — 
 
 The sign and symbol, cross and grave. 
 The way from Eden's gate has made 
 A cloud of dust and grime and holes 
 And rock. And Eve has lost her way 
 In gazing where the way was hid 
 By vestments, creeds and priests 
 And want of thought, 
 And idols thick and beads 
 And chains and books and customs 
 Black and old and dead. 
 
A DAM'S strength is fierce : 
 
 While she is just new born. 
 Slowly down the mountain side she moves 
 Cross plain and hill. 
 Look ! Eve, a serpent 
 Waits to strangle thee. 
 O, world ! thy foot, though big 
 With wealth and power and war and strife, 
 Fails here: 
 
 For her the serpent waits : 
 Loose her — or die — ye ingrate. 
 
 The blows of Adam keep the thing alive — 
 
 Slimy, vile, it writhes before her steps. 
 
 The blows of Adam fall on Eve : 
 
 Yet on she moves. 
 
 Swift at every bound, celestial 
 
 Energy creeps through limb and arm : 
 
 Her cheeks aglow, her eyes ablaze. 
 
 She sees, she thinks. 
 
 On ! — Eve ! — On ! 
 
 Adam creeps behind : the race 
 
 To the swift is thine. 
 
 Fast the serpent moves before, 
 
 Its strength fails not. 
 
 On! 
 
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OHE rests not nor faints : 
 
 From a fountain deep drinks she 
 And thirsts no more. 
 Alps of base desire, and priests, 
 And teachers dumb, and ages dark, 
 Are far behind. 
 On now, Eve, you're free ! 
 Mount Zion, City on a hill's in sight. 
 There thy glory makes the day: 
 No night, no sound of sob or sigh. 
 Open thine eyes, behold thyself, perfect, 
 Forceful, complete, self-contained, 
 Round and whole : God's symbol of the soul. 
 Claim thy heritage and be. 
 Adam, progress, peace and time, 
 Stand still till thou dost see, 
 And God must wait for thee. 
 On, Eve, drink, and live forever. 
 In David's house art thou — 
 Drink: a fountain flows, 
 A fountain from the house 
 Whence comes a King. 
 On ! — Eve ! — On ! 
 O Soul divine ! 
 
npHE morning breaks. A star — the East - 
 
 ■*■ The hills of Patmos glow. 
 That glory on thy path? 
 Tis thee, Eve — move on. 
 Look ! A rose upon thy breast 
 Has opened wide. 
 Behind, the gates of Eden spread, 
 And million souls are hurrying forth — 
 The rose — Thou — hast cut the way. 
 A solid phalanx (the priest, 
 The church, the creed and sin and death) 
 Stood outside the gate to chain 
 Thee in. 
 
 Thou art free — Eve — Free ! 
 On — a serpent's to be slain. 
 Drink deep. Thine hour is near. 
 The hills aglow. 
 A Day-star's up — a song ! 
 "Peace on Earth." 
 On ! — On ! 
 
 The serpent writhes — it wait's — 
 Quick, Eve, thy heel. 
 
 A name upon thy brow? 
 
 A song that's new? 
 
 'Tis morn in Bethlehem's hills. 
 
 Rest, Eve — Thou'rt Mary now. 
 
f~\ Soul divine, three days canst tarry here. 
 
 ^/ The agonies of birth are o'er: 
 
 From Eden's gate to Bethlehem's plains 
 
 Didst chase thy serpent self. 
 
 'Tis here thy travail ends. 
 
 Now on again — a child most wax and grow 
 
 And be a King. 
 
 A Throne's on yonder Isle. 
 
 A babe is at thy breast, 
 
 A rose that withers not. 
 
 Before thy steps the lilies bloom : 
 
 The rose, the lilies and the Babe 
 
 Thy feet shall place. 
 
 O Soul divine — move on. 
 
 A shout! 
 
 (Hush thy din, O world!) 
 
 I, John, the vision saw — 
 
 A wonder in the sky — 
 
 A woman clothed with Sun — 
 
 The Moon beneath her feet — 
 
 Twelve stars her diadem — 
 
 A serpent — dead — a Throne — 
 
 A King — a voice — a Ring — 
 
 Eve, Mary, Adam, Jesus, Christ — One. 
 
 O, Soul, thy journey's done. 
 The Woman's King. 
 
SEP 3 1901 
 
LIBRARY OF CONGRESS 
 
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