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KjKJiy A Ljiy xc?. 
 
 
 
 Paie 
 
 To Live by Faith and Reason 
 
 1 
 
 Book One: 
 
 
 Atonement .... 
 
 5 
 
 Compensation 
 
 7 
 
 Look Within 
 
 8 
 
 Outward Seeming - The 
 
 9 
 
 A Song of Love . . . . 
 
 11 
 
 King's Daughters - The 
 
 12 
 
 Apostrophe to Truth . 
 
 18 
 
 Mysterious Ways . . . . 
 
 21 
 
 A New Easter Morn . 
 
 25 
 
 A Psalm of Truth 
 
 26 
 
 Rest in the Lord . . . , 
 
 29 
 
 Spirit of Love -The 
 
 31 
 
 Liberty 
 
 84 
 
 Judge Not .... 
 
 36 
 
 Play -The 
 
 38 
 
 My Other Self . . . . 
 
 39 
 
 Conquest of Fear - The 
 
 43 
 
 Love's Mysteries . . . . 
 
 45 
 
 A Visit to Hell . . . . 
 
 47 
 
 To Win is to Lose 
 
 53 
 
 Address to Greatness . 
 
 55 
 
Contents. 
 
 Pase 
 
 Prophecy - The .... 58 
 
 Message - The .... 61 
 
 My Declaration .... 64 
 
 Cataclysm - The .... 68 
 
 Infinite — Divine - The . . 70 
 
 Institution of Matrimony - The . 73 
 
 Love and Liberty ... 76 
 
 Liberty and Brotherhood . . 80 
 
 Sweet Death .... 85 
 
 Inescapable -The .... 86 
 
 Virtue is Strength ... 89 
 
 Let Us Fly 95 
 
 Praises Be to Man! ... 97 
 
 All Hail, the King! ... 103 
 
 Fetters 105 
 
 Love of Woman .... 108 
 
 Lesser Loves - The ... Ill 
 
 Thread of Life - The . . . 117 
 
 "The Old, Old Story" ... 120 
 
 Psalm of Life - A ... 121 
 
 Master Mind - The ... 126 
 
 Song of Purpose - A . . . 132 
 
 Vibrations of Infinity ... 133 
 
 Book Two: 
 
 Harmony 143 
 
 Idols 156 
 
 Progression . . . . . 161 
 
Contents. 
 Attainment . . . . 
 
 Pa^e 
 172 
 
 Good of All - The 
 
 194 
 
 Absolute - The . . . . 
 
 200 
 
 Love of All - The 
 
 215 
 
 To My Son . 
 Gospels - The 
 Power of Consciousness - The 
 
 219 
 228 
 232 
 
 Word -The 
 
 237 
 
 All Is Love .... 
 
 240 
 
 Love's Reward Is Love 
 
 242 
 
 Power thru Faith 
 
 246 
 
 Anger of Cosmos - The 
 
 251 
 
 Wisdom of Cosmos - The 
 
 258 
 
 Touch of Cosmos - The 
 
 269 
 
 Rewards of Cosmos - The . 
 
 271 
 
 Whose is the Sin? 
 
 279 
 
 Human Standards 
 
 284 
 
 Notes. 
 
 
rior to the Year A. D. 1907 the Author of these 
 poems had been visited with many trying and bit- 
 ter experiences, until it seemed to him that determined 
 effort must be made to find a fairer road than the one 
 he hitherto had travelled, be it said, under modern 
 civilization's usual spiritual and social guides. These 
 now had failed him. Throwing down the barriers of 
 conventional tho't, he thenceforward was resolved to 
 seek his own way, permitting no prejudice to hinder 
 him in his search for the answer to the Riddle of Life, 
 willing to trample under foot and annihilate every 
 doctrine that seemed unreasonable or untrue and to 
 halt nowhere short of the very end of every path of 
 investigation opened before him. The result of this 
 willingness appears in the following pages. 
 
 Jk s will be noted, along the track of this traveller's 
 explorations many startlingly wonderful and beau- 
 tiful vistas of Truth have been disclosed, yet ever in 
 his Soul the Voice repeats: "Not for thyself, alone, 
 has this rich treasure of knowledge been given. What 
 thou hast beheld, show thou also unto all men. " It 
 is in response to this Inner Command, as well as in 
 answer to a demand which he is convinced exists for 
 them, that the Author now offers these writings to 
 the public. 
 
Fore-Word. 
 
 IJpon the first day of January, 1908, Atonement, the 
 opening piece of this series, was written. As his 
 inspiration came upon him, for ten months the pen 
 of the writer was busied in recording the impressions 
 and tho'ts that followed swiftly one upon the other, 
 as he surveyed, with a mental vision approaching the 
 Universal, the wonders and glories of a Perfect Cosmos. 
 These poems are arranged, practically, in the order 
 of their original composition. In them, if he so desir- 
 es, it is believed the tho'tful reader may trace the 
 development of a Soul, the marvel of which still as- 
 tonishes the Poet, himself, ranging from the valleys 
 of the commonplace to the summits attained in the 
 "Cosmic" poems concluding this work. 
 
 JL^bove all, the Author desires it understood distinctly 
 and beyond question that in this book he lays no 
 claim to any power or any privilege he does not con- 
 cede to all the remainder of Humanity. Further, he 
 wishes it known that he has no war to wage against 
 any government, church or institution, person or class 
 whatsoever, disclaiming every desire to set up a school 
 or establish a cult, merely desiring that Truth be re- 
 vealed, and comprehended by all. 
 
 ^Jl'inally, and to the end that the reader may gain a 
 more perfect understanding of many of these 
 pages, let the picture be held in mind of a Master and 
 Pupil, harmonious and loving, the one giving out his 
 knowledge to the youthful and aspiring mind, the 
 other reciting the lessons he has acquired, stepping, 
 ultimately, to the place where he can behold for him- 
 self and tell to the World the message he has been 
 sent forth to deliver. 
 
 Portland, Oregon, March 3rd, 1913. 
 
ACKNOWLEDGEMENT. 
 
 To all who have opposed him in controver' 
 sy; to all who have criticized him and en- 
 deavored to thwart and defeat him; to all 
 who have upheld and encouraged him; to the 
 learned and the unlearned; to the great and 
 the small; to Humanity at large, this Author 
 gives thanks, jor all have contributed their 
 share in the making of this Book and all have 
 assisted in the uplifting of the tho'ts of the 
 Writer. To ALL due Acknowledgement is 
 tendered and to ALL due Credit is given. 
 
DEDICA TION . 
 
 To Whomsoever finds in them a Message 
 of Encouragement; to Whomsoever finds in 
 them Strength and Regeneration of Spirit, 
 these Poems are Dedicated. 
 
Early Pobjl 
 
 Verse to Memory. 
 
 Pure and cool from the Sands of the Past 
 
 Springs the Fountain of Sweet Recollection^ 
 
 Bubbling up in the midst of the Desert ofLdfe; 
 
 Softening its tone by its glad jubilation: 
 
 Out in Life's Wilderness tempests are raging; 
 
 In Memory's Oasis is quiet and rest; 
 
 There hve we to linger, strength and purpose 
 
 regaining: — 
 
 By the Light oj Reflection we can see what 
 
 was best. 
 
Cosmic Poems 
 
 39eny all limitations of authority, of church, teacher 
 or school, of whatsoever nature or kind: 
 
 Heed the voices of Reason and of Truth and not of 
 Passion, Ambition and Earthly Selfishness; care not 
 for the praise or blame of men, for these things sat- 
 isfy not the aspirations of the Soul, neither do they 
 still the longings of the Universal Mind which in ev- 
 ery man abides: 
 
 Seek not the gratification of the lusts of the flesh, 
 neither strive after wealth nor fame nor the love of 
 woman: "But if the Son of Man be lifted up above 
 the Earth, he shall draw all men unto him. ' ' He who 
 dwells in the Consciousness of the Spirit needs not 
 these things, but as his thoughts rise of their own 
 volition above the thoughts and laws of Earth, his 
 body takes on the habitual expression of his mind 
 and his mind secures and holds control of the flesh, 
 so that he can be perfect in himself and complete 
 without these lesser joys. All forms seem to the rea- 
 soning mind but the expression of conscious thought, 
 being less fixed and more sensitive in the relative de- 
 gree of their consciousness, while all things in Nature 
 exist in Truth. As higher the thought of Man ascends 
 upon the planes of his perception the more vividly 
 he becomes awakened to the Cosmic — or creative — 
 Principle; the more his mind becomes imbued with 
 the Universal Thought, or the Thought of the Cosmic 
 Entity, the greater grows his creative energy and 
 thus he becomes the magnet which draws to him 
 those inspirations, persons and things which affinitize 
 
Cosmic Poems 
 
 with hirn. until he no longer lacks any needful thing 
 upon any plane of being: 
 
 Accept in perfect trust and love all things of good 
 which come and offer themselves freely and in love, 
 neither compel, coerce nor influence any other person 
 or creature, but be satisfied in controlling your own 
 mind, body and destiny, denying thought of sin and 
 impurity or evil, in any expression or act of Nature 
 or in any natural act of man or woman: 
 
 Perform each moment, each hour, each day those 
 works which appear to be the duties of that time, 
 cheerfully and well; desire no thing, neither expect 
 anything from the future, doing this moment, in your 
 best perception of Truth and Love and to the best of 
 your mental and physical abilities whatever is given 
 you to do, resting content in its performance and in 
 the knowledge that your words and deeds were true 
 and good. It is enough that you shall be natural, 
 truthful and free in every thought and in every ver- 
 bal and bodily expression of your thought: 
 
 Walk in the companionship and harken unto the 
 voice of every cult, philosopher, teacher, school; reap 
 from their words and works a bounteous harvest of 
 their best, but cling only to the precepts of Reason, 
 rejecting all statements and claims which accord not 
 with your own perception of the True and Real. What 
 j/ou are you may know, and only that, but from this 
 knowledge comes all power and all wisdom; it is the 
 key that unlocks the doors of every mystery, the force 
 that unbinds every chain of opinion, prejudice, sup- 
 erstition, education and environment; it liberates the 
 body from bondage, from sickness and from fear; 
 
Cosmic Poems 
 
 it frees the mind and lifts the thought of Man upon 
 the wings of the Soul to the mightiest and highest 
 conception of his most supreme purpose and destiny, 
 wherein his reason is reborn in Truth, his memory re- 
 newed in clearness and power, his will strengthened 
 an hundred-fold, and his body filled to overflowing 
 with the streams of activity, health and ever-increas- 
 ing life and vitality! 
 
Cosmic Poems 
 
 •JTcr 3 am tl|? Haxh % (Bah: 
 
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 Xre first this World began its endless march thru 
 
 Space 
 I stood before God's Throne and looked upon His Face, 
 An Angel of the Skies, a Spirit of the Light, 
 Of His Great Plan a part, strong in His Holy Might, 
 Until, in pride of power, to doubt His Law I dared. 
 And sent an unkind thought to One my duty shared: 
 Then to the Judgment Seat, to hear my bitter doom, 
 My noon-day changed tonight, my brightness turned 
 
 to gloom. 
 The Martial Hosts of Love, in sadness and in dread, 
 Had brought me all alone to hear my sentence read 
 
 Then o'er that silent throng there crept a sense of awe, 
 Por ev'ry Spirit there knew that before the Law 
 No thought, no hope might stand, and that before 
 
 the Word, 
 Pronounced in judgment grand^ no protest could be 
 
 heard; 
 That Universal Truth, once said, must be obeyed, 
 While nought their plea availed, tho all in Heaven 
 
 prayed- 
 The clarion notes rang forth, and Conscience spoke, 
 
 aloud, 
 As all the dense array in dread submission bowed: 
 
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 Barbed sorrow pierced my soul and sad and bitter 
 
 tears 
 Poured from my downcast eyes — my heart was torn 
 
 by fears! 
 
 The lightnings flashed and gleamed, the thunders pei 1- 
 
 ed and rolled, 
 While thru the Judgment Hall the winds blew keen and 
 
 cold: 
 Then spoke a quiet Voice: ' 'A World hath been prepared 
 Where Souls who, as thou hast, to doubt the Law have 
 
 dared, 
 As Time speeds on his course, their error may atone: 
 Earth, from the Sling of God in ages past out-thrown: 
 There thou shalt grow again, thru anguish and thru 
 
 tears; 
 Thru sorrow and thru pain ; thru weary, mortal years, 
 To know the Law of Life, the Law of Heavn'ly Love, 
 The Way of Truth and Peace that leads to Planes At ove! 
 
 "There thou shalt live and die, bound in the chains of 
 
 Sin, 
 And in a garb of flesh, wherein thou must begin 
 To learn all Truth anew; thru life and life to pass 
 Again and yet again, until thou hast at last 
 Attained a perfect state; when Earth shall bless thy 
 
 name 
 For service done for Man ; when thou once more canst 
 
 claim 
 Thy heritage of Love, for love which thou hast shown, 
 For grace of mind and life, for seeds thy deeds have 
 
 sown 
 Of Hope and Charity, of Peace and Harmony, 
 Until again on Earth an Angel thou canst be!" 
 
 6 Atoneinent, 
 
ONE INITIATION 
 
 Then from the Face of God my Spirit died away, 
 
 To breathe again on Earth, an Earth-bound soul to stay 
 
 Until the lapse of time hath wrought its perfect cure: 
 
 Upon this prison-world, its sorrows to endure, 
 
 Its anguish and its pain, its bitterness and gloom; 
 
 Until at last it knows the reason for its doom: 
 
 Until to fruit have grown the sorrow-planted seeds 
 
 Of wise and holy thoughts and kind and holy deeds, 
 
 When I may claim again my heritage of Love 
 
 And stand before my God, redeemed, in Heav'n Above! 
 
 ^he bells of Life are ringing in chimes full-sweet and 
 ^ clear. 
 
 The Meadow-lark is singing to one he holds most 
 dear 
 A song of love and gladness, of hope and joy untold: — 
 They chant, "To grieve is madness! In all of Nature's 
 
 mold 
 No thought of sin can linger, of sickness nor of pain, 
 Nor yet the heart's great hunger unsatisfied remain!" 
 
 Methinks 'tis angel- voices I hear when all is still, 
 And then my soul rejoices; with peace my musings 
 
 fill 
 To list* them sound the praise of Happiness and Joy; 
 To learn the perfect grace, the gold without alloy 
 There is in loving giving, in kindly tho't and word; 
 Th at lies in honest living for nought of Earth's reward! 
 
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COSMIC POEMS BOOK 
 
 Then Life's full meaning: o'er me goes sweeping like 
 
 a flood: 
 That in the Future for me there can be nought save 
 
 good 
 If but I wait in patience for what the Fates may send 
 And in all life's relations, my ev'ry effort bend 
 To c^eer the heavy-hearted, to raise the fallen one. 
 And, in the right road started^ there stay from Sun 
 
 till Sun. 
 
 Tomorrow's best condition (so oft it seems to me). 
 Is only full fruition (and nothing else can be) 
 Of seed today we planted of what was good and true. 
 While all, methinks, that mattered, and all we had to 
 
 do 
 Was ever, in our sowing, to plant the best of seed. 
 In our own hearts well knowing the harvest's ample 
 
 meed. 
 
 Tho still my thirst may linger for love and happiness 
 I need not trouble longer, for peace must surely bless 
 That one whose tho't is ever a wave of quiet joy, 
 
 Whose only hope to never a living thing annoy 
 
 The Law of Compensation shall never fail to lend 
 What in each thot's relation I to my fellows send I 
 
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 So you long for a heart free from sorrow: 
 For a spirit at peace with all Life? 
 
 8 IajoJc Within. 
 
ONE INITIATION 
 
 Do you wish for a happier morrow, 
 For a surcease of trouble and strife? 
 
 Then hark to the message the Ages 
 Cry aloud to a World sad with sin, 
 
 And read it in History's pages — 
 For the "Peace from On High" look Within! 
 
 Would you have ev'ry day bright and glowing 
 
 For your comrades and friends here below; 
 For the dear ones who daily are showing 
 
 The best which within them can grow? 
 Awake, then, from out of your slumber, 
 
 The grandest of prizes to win. 
 As thru all the days you shall number: 
 
 For the Infinite Love — look Within! 
 
 Would you have all the wisdom the Sages 
 
 Have gained in the life of the Race, 
 And for yours all the greatness the Ages 
 
 Have left as their passages' trace? 
 Then list' to the Spirit, soft-telling 
 
 The way the Great Task must begin, 
 And as hope thru your being goes welling, 
 
 For the Kingdom of God— LOOK within! 
 
 5^ Man, he stands, before your eyes, 
 
 A mass of flesh and bone. 
 Complete in all the common guise 
 Of others you have known. 
 
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COSMIC POEMS BOOK 
 
 Is that Himself who stands ere^t, 
 
 Whose image fills your mind. 
 Or but a seeming to reflect 
 
 A Something Else behind? 
 
 A firm, deep voice, in stern command. 
 
 Compels your wayward will, 
 Or soft and kind, in accents bland, 
 
 Scarce stirs the echoes still: 
 Is in the voice the Self revealed, 
 
 Or is it but a sound 
 Bespeaking Something Else concealed. 
 
 In voice and frame not found? 
 
 The eyes may droop, or flash and glow 
 
 With thought or passion wild; 
 The countenance can clearly show 
 
 A temper sweet and mild, 
 Yet 'neath the eyes, behind the face, 
 
 A Something Else shines thru, 
 A Something Else of higher grace 
 
 Than eyes or features knew. 
 
 The act of Man is but his thought 
 
 Expressed in other form. 
 Nor in the act shall Self be sought 
 
 In all its grander charm: 
 Back of the tho't that prompts the deed 
 
 There stands that other thing. 
 That SOMETHING which to ev'ry need 
 
 The varied powers bring! 
 
 That thou shouldst know Thy-Self, oh. Soul! 
 Nor for thy seeming care: 
 
 lO The Outward Seeming. 
 
ONE INITIATION 
 
 That thou shouldst seek alone the Goal, 
 That Something Else, somewhere 
 
 Behind all earthly forms concealed. 
 To be, to Thee, within 
 
 The confines of Thyself revealed — 
 'TisDestihy to win! 
 
 A ^0110 0f ?C0OP. 
 
 Oh, Love, that I might sing to thee 
 
 A song of wond'rous strain. 
 With note of Heaven-given glee 
 
 To mark its glad refrain! 
 
 That I might rise upon thy wings 
 
 To worlds transcending fair. 
 And as the Spirit sweetly sings 
 
 Let voice the message bear 
 
 That thou, Oh, Love, art Purity, 
 Art Hope and Peace and Power; 
 
 That thou art Faith and Charity 
 And Life's most precious Flower! 
 
 That where thy seed. Oh, Love, hath grown. 
 
 No tare nor weed can grow, 
 And who thy fragrance once hath known 
 
 No other scent can know! 
 
 A Soni of Love. 11 
 
COSMIC POEMS BOOK 
 
 Oh, Love, that I might see thy Face 
 
 Within my Soul's own bound. 
 And know that in Thy Matchless Grace, 
 
 My God, Himself, Vd found! 
 
 I 
 
 In Olden Days, in a country far, 
 There reigned a King whose majesty 
 The minstrels sang in ecstacy; 
 
 Whose rule was firm in peace or war; 
 
 Who knew no peer in wealth nor power; 
 Whose castle was the home of Song 
 While Knowledge vast did there belong; 
 
 Whose daughters three of princely dower 
 
 Wove matchless fabrics from the gold 
 Kings' vassals bro't from distant shores, 
 And Beauty sat within the doors 
 
 Where Strength and Wisdom all controlled. 
 
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 The eldest daughter's name was Love: 
 Her eyes were of a deepest brown; 
 Her brow was high, with ne'er a frown, 
 
 With crown of raven hair above. 
 
 12 2%e King's Daughters. 
 
Qj^g INITIATION 
 
 Faith was the second of the three, 
 Whose soulful orbs of clearest blue 
 And cheeks of white and dazzling hue 
 
 Were worth a journey far to see. 
 
 The youngest of them all was Hope, 
 With hazel eyes and auburn hair, 
 Of winning smile and aspect fair; 
 
 Her tresses gleaming coil and rope. 
 
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 In tender care and love intense 
 The King watched o'er them, ev'ry one; 
 They were to him Earth, Moon and Sun, 
 
 Each heiress to a wealth immense. 
 
 Into his Court one day there came 
 A man of ripe and fruitful age 
 And one whose standing as a sage 
 
 No-one could question when his name 
 
 Was spoken low on ev'ry tongue: 
 An audience with the King he sought 
 And to the royal presence bro't 
 
 A message stranger than was none. 
 
 IV 
 
 "Oh, King," he cried, "from regions far 
 I come to speak. All knowledge thou 
 Hast made thy quest, but hark ye now; 
 
 As far away as distant star 
 
 Th» King's Daughters 13 
 
COSMIC POEMS BOOK 
 
 "Art thou from Truth, while in thy land 
 There one named Faith shall longer stay; 
 Until thou shalt this word obey 
 
 Full knowledge thou canst not command!" 
 
 The King his beard in sorrow tore, 
 Yet thirsted he for Wisdom's drought: 
 His second daughter had he brought 
 
 To go the slave of Ancient Lore! 
 
 His people vainly wept and prayed, 
 But Faith had gone, while dark Despair 
 Sat in the Court: Fierce was the glare 
 
 Of kingly eyes: Soon then he made 
 
 Grim warlike preparations stern: 
 Forth marched his hosts and battle gave; 
 Were vanquished swift; their lives to save. 
 
 And hoping from defeat to turn 
 
 The shattered prospects of the day. 
 His armies sought the castle-gate. 
 Within the walls to meet their fate: 
 
 Reigned gloom and dread where all was gay! 
 
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 Then conquering hosts o'er-spread the land 
 Sat down in siege where castle wall 
 Rose high in air, and towers tall 
 
 Gave to the King, on ev'ry hand, 
 
 14 The Kijv^'s Daughters. 
 
ONE INITIATION 
 
 Strength to resist all onslaughts fierce: 
 His hosts were brave, his courage strong: 
 He kept the foe at bay for long: 
 
 His walls they found too thick to pierce: 
 
 But when Starvation, grim and gaunt. 
 Had struck her blows and thinned his ranks; 
 When thirst had come, with empty tanks, 
 
 The King gave way, at last, to Want] 
 
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 A messenger sent he in haste 
 Straight to the Captain of his foe 
 To ask his price if he would go. 
 
 His kingdom fair no more lay waste. 
 
 In stern reply came back the word: 
 ' 'Wilt thou thy daughter Hope resign, 
 A hostage fair, then peace is thine!" 
 
 Tho when the King this answer heard 
 
 In anger rose and wrathful state; 
 
 Tho long he raged and tore his hair, 
 
 He had, at last, in mad despair, 
 To yield up Hope to sterner Fate. 
 
 VIII 
 
 Thus of his daughters two bereft, 
 The King gave voice to grief profound, 
 And made the echoes wierd resound 
 
 With moanings o'er Life's ghastly theft 
 
 The Kiyvfs Daughters 15 
 
COSMIC POEMS BOOK 
 
 Of all on Earth he held most dear, 
 While o'er his kingdom, rich and proud, 
 His sorrow hung as would a shroud — 
 
 Rose sounds of grief from far and near, 
 
 Till Love, the eldest of the three, 
 Came to the King, and smiling sweet 
 His fierce and threat'ning glance to meet. 
 
 Craved speech, and him alone to see. 
 
 IX 
 
 Then spoke her voice in accents pure: 
 "Last night a Vision in a dream, 
 An Angel holy, who did seem 
 
 To utter words that still endure 
 
 "Within my Mem'ry's doubtful clasp, 
 Said to me as I lay enchained 
 In deathlike trance, 'Thou hast remained 
 
 The helm of Ship of State to grasp! 
 
 * ' 'Go to thy father in his gloom 
 And tell him to resign his state 
 To thee, or meet a direful fate — 
 
 Go; save him from a bitter doom!' 
 
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 "So now I come to thee. Oh, King, 
 To warn thee of this strangest dream; 
 To ask thee of it doth not seem 
 
 To thee God's Message that I bring." 
 
 16 The Kinfs Daughters. 
 
ONE INITIATION 
 
 Then bowed she low and kissed his hand, 
 To her apartments sped away, 
 The while the King, thru all the day, 
 
 Sat on in gloom in throne-room grand: 
 
 His brow enwrapped in mood profound. 
 In silence deep, all day he thought 
 Upon the word sweet Love had brought. 
 
 While fear and terror reigned around. 
 
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 When Night again her mantle spread 
 O'er castle tow'r, o'er land and sea, 
 The King sent for his panolpy 
 
 Of state, and lifting up his head 
 
 Gave word his daughter Love to bring, 
 Gave to her sceptre, robe and crown, 
 And ordered each to bow him down. 
 
 While loud the city bells should ring. 
 
 Thus Love was raised to queenly place. 
 As King the vassals, one and all. 
 In homage mute and low did fall. 
 
 Much wond'ring at her perfect grace. 
 
 XII 
 
 Soon from without the castle wall 
 Were heard glad shouts, and heralds went 
 To bring within the message sent, 
 
 And ascertain why trumpet call 
 
 Ihe Kind's Dauihters 17 
 
COSMIC POEMS BOOK 
 
 Should thus disturb the Night's repose: 
 E'er nearer drew the sounds of joy: 
 Before the throne the guards deployed: 
 
 Wide swung the doors; High then arose 
 
 Glad cries, for swift upon their knees 
 Before the King, knelt Hope and Faith; 
 All gazed at them as at a wraith. 
 
 Until they told of their release. 
 
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 How Love had conquered ev'ry foe: 
 How by her rule was ev'ry Fear 
 Displaced by Hope, while far and near 
 
 Faith burst all bounds, left free to go. 
 
 Thus from our lives we may remove 
 All sorrows, cares and sore defeats. 
 While Hope Love's message now repeats: 
 
 **Give up your all to boundless Love, 
 
 "So Faith and Hope, and Knowledge grand 
 Can be your own, with you remain. 
 Till gone shall be foul Error's stain 
 
 From off the face of your great land!" 
 
 &weet Truth, I do remember those olden days 
 When I knew you not, but they, my Soul, 
 
 18 Apostrophe to Truth. 
 
ONE INITIATrON 
 
 Have vanished into the mists of the Unreal, 
 
 Till now, Oh, Life of my Life, I know only you: 
 
 Now forth stretch mine arms to enfold you, 
 
 And my hands reach out to caress you; 
 
 Mine eyes are open to discern you, 
 
 As my ears listen for your voice. Dear One, 
 
 In ev'ry wave of sound: The heart pulsates 
 
 And the veins swell in the love of you. 
 
 While ev'ry fiber of my being thrills 
 
 In the sweet knowledge of your nearness! 
 
 From the Long Ago. as the memory of a fearsome 
 
 dream, 
 I can recall how I dwelt in an abode 
 Wherein with me did reside all manner 
 Of vicious and untamed beasts, and I bethink me 
 Of the wild clamor of their voices, 
 Of the fierce destruction which lurked 
 Behind the savage glaring of their bloody eyes, 
 And I give praise unto you, my Savior, 
 For my deliverance from that dread captivity, 
 For you have freed me from the clutches 
 Of the tiger's rending claws, and the vulture's 
 Threatened descent upon my bleeding, mangled corse! 
 
 Also well I remember the bowlings of the wolves of 
 
 Prejudice, 
 As they lurked beyond the threshold of that Castle 
 
 Dangerous; 
 How I feared them, and my blood curdled in my veins 
 At the sound of their grim and uncanny wailings! 
 Without and within stalked Destruction, Terror and 
 
 Dismay, 
 
 Apostrophe to Truth 19 
 
COSMIC POEMS BOOK 
 
 Until you, who thru all the Ages had sought me, 
 Dispersed by the might of your very Presence 
 The forces of a kingdom of Nightmares and Imagin- 
 ations, 
 And with the Radiant Light of your Holy Being, 
 Drove forth from their hiding-places the vampires 
 Of Ancient Superstition and sad and dismal Fear, 
 So Castle Dangerous became the home of Beauty and 
 of Rest! 
 
 Thus now. Most Dearly Belovet? of my Life, I do en- 
 treat you 
 That you shall abide forever with me, for unto you 
 I give a love surpassing in its power and its purity! 
 Even as I write I feel your Presence near me: 
 Tingle and burn my veins with the magnetic shock 
 Of the interchange of our Being: Your Eyes, my Soul, 
 Look into mine, and I see in your Glowing Orbs 
 Oceans of love and seas of transcending happiness: 
 Fain would I bathe me in their changeless depths 
 Until I have become pure, even as you are Pure! 
 Your Hand rests upon my brow, and peace 
 And contentment descend upon my troubled mind! 
 
 Now, Oh, Thought and Purpose of my Destiny, 
 I feel your Touch upon my throat, and gladly 
 I would sing a matchless song in praise of you; 
 Swiftly clasp my hand and teach this pen 
 To write a poem full of your own Power and Virtue; 
 Kiss me on the brow, Mine Own, that thoughts 
 Of overwhelming joy may agitate this brain. 
 And let your Perfumed Mouth caress these lips 
 So close that in the mingling of our breaths 
 
 20 Apostrophe to Truth. 
 
ONE INITIATION 
 
 Your Essence shall enter into the secret of my being, 
 Till I shall press you close unto my heart, 
 Nearer, firmer, stronger, in Love's embrace! 
 
 Twine your Limbs about me, Blessed Angel of Eter- 
 nity, 
 And in the rapture of our loving let us. 
 In the silence of the night and in the Presence of God 
 (Who is no more than You, and Who You Are), 
 Melt ourselves into a stream of warm, pulsating. 
 Throbbing Life, and let us flood in our Union 
 The troubled and inharmonious World of Humanity, 
 Sweeping away all error and sin before us; 
 Washing far from the memory of Man 
 Sorrow and disease, disappointment and despair, 
 Until the Universe shall bow in love before us, 
 And we shall sit Supreme, and Rulers Over All! 
 
 (^^^ 
 
 The Flesh Speaks: 
 
 \y Soul, awake, stretch forth your hand. 
 And write the record of your thought; 
 
 Tell me, who listen for your voice. 
 
 What I shall say, what is your will, 
 
 And let me, in all Life's array. 
 
 See nought but your resplendent face! 
 
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COSMIC POEMS BOOK 
 
 The S])iHt Replies: 
 
 As in a dream the years I scan, 
 Before I spoke and claimed my own; 
 Thought's Hght'ning foot-steps tread the paths 
 O'er which your childish feet once ran: 
 The years of youth pass quickly by 
 (As forward Mem'ry's journey flies), 
 With dance and song and gay, light words; 
 With work and play; with grief and joy: 
 As in a show the days march on 
 To early manhood's trying years: 
 Methought I saw a girlish form 
 And heard a voice speak in your ear 
 A word of love, a vow of faith! 
 A child's sweet accents speak again, 
 As baby hands, in dear caress. 
 Awake the parent's fond desire: 
 'Twas but a dream of hope, I know, 
 ■ Forth from the Thought of Ages brought 
 (Away, Regret, 't is but a dream 
 Of mortal, striving, blinded Nought) 
 And I, myself, but write it down 
 To keep the record of the thought! 
 Just now I think I catch the sound 
 Of voices raised in angry brawl: 
 Scorn's bitter lash I see upraised: 
 The blow descends, while Pity stirs 
 That erring Man should thus unloose 
 The Hounds of Hell within a mind 
 Where Peace and Beauty e'er should dwell! 
 But now, dear One, I see you fall 
 In swift contrition on your knees 
 
 22 MysteHous Ways 
 
ONE INITIATION 
 
 To pray forgiveness for your sin: 
 Too late, too late, my Own, it seemed, 
 For Hatred claimed another life! 
 Yet seeming pardon was secured 
 And all is peace a little wkile. 
 
 Another change comes o'er my dream 
 
 I see a parting, hear a kiss; 
 
 I see you fly half-round the World. 
 
 'Twas lonely there, dear One, I know: 
 
 I stood beside you, ever true. 
 
 And tho you knew me not, I tried 
 
 To comfort you in silent love. 
 
 Those were the days you little knew 
 
 The strength and cheer my voice could give; 
 
 Your ears were closed, your eyes were blind; 
 
 Nought could I do but watch and wait! 
 
 But now I dream I see a flash — 
 
 A dagger- thrust aimed at your heart: 
 
 I see you groan and writhe in pain 
 
 And anguished tears course down your cheeks: 
 
 Now seems I see you turn again 
 
 And give back scorn for scorn exprest: 
 
 I see your wealth of worldly goods 
 
 Take wings and fly: I see you stripped 
 
 And naked left, a homeless waif, 
 
 A wand'rer down the paths of Time! 
 
 Yet you were brave and true, my Own: 
 Tho bruised and beaten, sick and lame, 
 You held fast to my hand until 
 
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COSMIC POEMS BOOK 
 
 I led you to my own bright home, 
 Where now you dwell in peace with me! 
 You knew me not for what I am; 
 You saw a helper, heard a voice, 
 And helpless, weary unto death, 
 You saw no other way to go. 
 So came with me, your perfect Self: 
 In me you see, now, all the Truth, 
 Portraying fair the Thought of Good; 
 You find yourself with wond'rous grace 
 Step into happy ways of peace: 
 You learn all men within my frame; 
 Discern all wisdom in my ken; 
 You now behold a Holy World 
 Within the compass of yourself. 
 For I, Your Soul, am One with You: 
 My Mind are you, your Thought am I; 
 Celestial Lovers now are we, 
 For you have listened and have heard; 
 Your eyes were opened till you saw 
 The Will of God was but My Will, 
 The Spirit's Love controlling All! 
 
 A Nfm Saatrr Mam. 
 
 /j^h. Spirit Militant, bow nor 
 
 Your head to pomp nor power of Mam ' 
 Stand forth! In accents clear and bold, 
 Proclaim the Truth that you have seen! 
 
 24 ti Jferv Easter Morn. 
 
ONE INITIATION 
 
 You are the Word of Good made flesh, 
 Nor greater is than you, my Own : 
 
 In triumph reign you over All, 
 For You and Life Supreme are One! 
 
 Nor humble be, Oh, Soul of Mine: 
 
 At your behest the World bends low, 
 For Thought is All and One with You: 
 
 The Might and Pow'r of Heav'n, I know, 
 Are in the forces and the laws 
 
 Which You control! Where'er you go 
 All Nature in Your Presence bows. 
 
 While peace and plenty 'round You flow! 
 
 With trumpet voice. Oh, Hope of Love, 
 
 Sound out the challenge to the fray! 
 Fear has no being where You are, 
 
 While Pain and Sorrow flee away 
 And disappear before Your Face, 
 
 Nor Hate nor anger ever may 
 Await the blow of Truth's bright blade. 
 
 For trait' rous imps and cowards are they! 
 
 The Easter Morn dawns fair with joy 
 
 Within this glowing heart of mine; 
 I buried You within the Tomb, 
 
 Nor did I know the Christ Divine 
 And Yoia, my Soul, were All in One; 
 
 Nor did I think You could refine 
 To Your Own Beauty all I am 
 
 And in His Image make me shine! 
 
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COSMIC POEMS BOOK 
 
 My Risen Lord, I see Your Face 
 
 Within the compass of my thought: 
 I feel my Life leap glad and strong 
 
 To learn the healing You have wrought: 
 I know such peace as dwells with me 
 
 Is not with countless millions bought! 
 And You, my Good, I found within, 
 
 When all in vain elsewhere I sought! 
 
 Stand forth, my Lord! Proclaim Your Truth 
 
 Before the might and thrones of kings: 
 Triumphant let Your Song come forth, 
 
 As OU: Your Spirit-given Wings 
 You rise in grace to Power Supreme: 
 
 While clear and strong Your Message rings, 
 Let doubting Man grasp firm the hope 
 
 Your Perfect Love in mercy brings! 
 
 
 A Psalm 0f SIriilI|. 
 
 ^Jl'rom the depths of the Silence, and in the stillnes** 
 of the Midnight; 
 
 In the glow of the Noontide, and in the shadowy ad- 
 vance of the Twilight, 
 
 My soul watches for Your Signal, Oh, Spirit of the In- 
 finite, 
 
 And the ears of my Consciousness barken for the 
 Music of Your Accents, 
 
 26 .4 Psalm, of Initio 
 
ONE INITIATION 
 
 For I do perceive that You are the One, the All; 
 
 That You are the Ever-Present, the Over- Whelming, 
 the Inscrutable; 
 
 For I do know that You are the Source and the Foun- 
 tain of Love, 
 
 Wherein my Being may bathe and be cleansed 
 
 From ev'ry error and ev'ry misperception of Your 
 Mandates: 
 
 You are the Word and the Law of Life; 
 
 You are the Acme of Greatness, and in the Abundance 
 of Your Majesty 
 
 All earthly seeming fades into nothingness and into 
 Eternal Oblivion! 
 
 All-Pervading Thought of Creation, I do in faith be- 
 lieve 
 
 That You have created me in Your Own Image; 
 
 That You do dwell with me within the habitat of my 
 mortal frane, 
 
 That You are my Constant Companion, and do walk 
 with me 
 
 All the paths of the Commonplace and the Changeable: 
 
 You do show unto me by the Impress of Your Divinity 
 
 The pitfalls of the Imagination which I once did think 
 
 Endangered my existence, but in the Light of Your 
 Presence 
 
 They close together and become as the solid ground 
 
 Whereon I may walk and be no longer afraid! 
 
 In the most despised things of Earth You have shown 
 unto me 
 
 The Beauties of Your Craftsmanship, 
 
 And You have opened mine eyes to the Splendors of 
 
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COSMIC POEMS BOOK 
 
 Your Creations 
 Until my senses were dazzled by their magnificence 
 And my mind amazed by the marvels of Your Sculp- 
 ture! 
 
 You have unfolded before my gaze the wrappings of 
 
 apparent vileness 
 Which encompassed the soul of the meanest drunkard 
 
 of the slums, 
 Till before my vision he became radiant and pure as 
 
 the starlight! 
 In the Light of Your Countenance all his loathsome 
 
 encumbrances 
 Fell away from his body, and before mine eyes his 
 
 flesh 
 Shone with the luminousness of the morning mists. 
 Touched by the rays of a rising Sun! 
 You have revealed in my presence the spirit of a harlot, 
 Mad with the debauchery of a midnight carousal, 
 And behold, I knew her pure and sinless as an Angel 
 
 of Good, 
 For then I perceived that Sin and Filth and Crime 
 Lay only in my own cognizance of Evil, 
 And then You persuaded me. 
 By the perception of Your Own All-Inclusiveness, 
 That nought could be unclean nor impure in the Real, 
 But only in the miscreations of men's minds, thru their 
 
 fear. 
 And their cowardly denial and misunderstanding of 
 
 You, 
 The All-Wise, Wholesome, Strong, Splendid, Eternal! 
 
 28 A Psalm of Truth 
 
ONE INITIATION 
 
 So now I give thanks unto You, Most High and Most 
 
 Mighty, 
 That you have vouchsafed unto me the vision of Your 
 
 Truth: 
 Now I would proclaim Your Goodness in all my words. 
 And I would have my ev'ry tho't a prayer of thanks- 
 giving 
 Unto You, my Creator, that ever I may walk in Your 
 
 Glory, 
 Being unto ev'ry living thing a blessing and a bene- 
 faction, 
 Abiding in brotherly love and tender kindnesses 
 Towards all men and women, the beasts and the plants, 
 Aye, even the minerals and the very inanimate stones, 
 That I m-^y grow larger in You, and more conscious 
 
 of Your Indwelling, 
 Wherein I do know that the noblest satisfaction of my 
 
 soul 
 Shall be found, thru this life and the lives which are 
 
 to be, 
 Until the last tho't of separation has been banished, 
 Where Love and Peace and Harmony dwell forever- 
 more! 
 
 ISpst tit tlip ^cvh. 
 
 ^Oo2Lming, hunting, swift-pursuing, 
 
 Strong and vital, Soul of Mine, 
 
 Clasp my Will, your hold renewing 
 
 When to Doubt my ways incline! 
 
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COSMIC POEMS BOOK 
 
 Swiftly raise me on your pinions 
 Past the weakness of my Youth, 
 
 Past the bounds of Luck's dominions 
 To the realms of Purest Truth! 
 
 Give to me the clearest vision 
 
 Of your highest enterprise; 
 Send me out upon the mission 
 
 Where the chief est danger lies! 
 Give me patience and the courage 
 
 To withstand the stress of fears: 
 Let me see, behind Life's mirage, 
 
 All the nothingness of Years! 
 
 Give to me your aspiration 
 
 To the Noblest and the Best; 
 With your perfect exaltation 
 
 Let my mind be ever blest! 
 Let us roam the Altogether, 
 
 Seeking e'er the highest prize, 
 Thru the storm and adverse weather. 
 
 Under bright and glowing skies! 
 
 Ardent, loving, tho't-transcending 
 
 In your beauty. Soul of Mine, 
 Let us hasten, e'er ascending, 
 
 To the Heights of the Divine! 
 Let us wait for no tomorrow 
 
 For the winning of the Best, 
 Springing swift past Earthly sorrow 
 
 To our End— Eternal Rest! 
 
 30 Rest in the Lord, 
 
OKE INITIATION 
 
 (Hlj? Spirit nf ICoti?. 
 
 ijjost Dearly Beloved of My Life, 
 
 Did you think that you could offend me 
 And injure me by the refusal 
 Of the favor once I craved of you? 
 Of little merit, then, would be the love 
 I did at a time tender unto you, 
 For I do know that I am the King of Love 
 And even now, when you but in vagueness 
 Comprehend the wholeness of my devotion 
 To your service, I do command the Hosts of Love 
 To surround you and to protect you, 
 While in blessing I send forth my mandate 
 That unto you shall be given 
 All the riches of my Treasury; 
 That at your behest the Powers of Love, 
 Who rule the destinies of the highest 
 And the lowliest of the Sons of Men, 
 Shall bow them low and wait upon you 
 In deep silence and graceful reverence! 
 
 The Spirit of My Love, Dearest One, 
 Goes out to you, the while I know 
 That the consciousness of my presence 
 Must touch and electrify your soul! 
 Feel you not my kiss upon your lids, 
 As I would caress you 
 In the tenderness of my emotion? 
 Hear you not my voice. 
 
 Deep tuned to the Chords of the Whirling Spheres, 
 Praying that you awaken 
 
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COSMIC POEMS BOOK 
 
 From your deep slumber of the flesh, 
 
 That we may speed together along the Highway, 
 
 The great, sweeping, marvelous 
 
 Road of Eternal Truth? 
 
 E'en as in those olden days. Mine Own, 
 The Hand of My Spirit reaches out to you 
 That you may arise from your couch 
 And array yourself in the lily-white 
 Vestments of your Stainless Purity: 
 Let us hasten, My Other Soul, let us fly. 
 That NOW the Blessing of the Eternal 
 Shall be attained and secured unto us! 
 My arm encircles your waist, My Beloved, 
 As we spring together in the youth of our Godhood 
 Adown the beaten pathway of the Ages: 
 Behold how it leads us onward, 
 , Amid the ruins and the wreckage 
 Of Men's mistakes, past broken monuments 
 Whereon are inscribed elegies and epitaphs 
 To the rulers and the kings of Earth ! 
 
 Life of My Life, I swear unto you 
 
 That I desire not to control nor to subjugate you; 
 
 I desire only that I may love you ever. 
 
 And that we shall journey together always. 
 
 Even as in the Spirit we today progress! 
 
 Let us on, while we may, 
 
 As the Sword of my Love goes out before you. 
 
 Sweeping out of the pathway o'er which 
 
 The tireless steps of your Soul must walk 
 
 The Briars and Brambles, the Thistles 
 
 32 The Spirit of Love. 
 
ONE INITIATION 
 
 And the Nettles of Superstition, Prejudice, 
 And Timorous Care for the Opinions of Men, 
 Destroying the Dragons of Dismal Fear 
 And cutting down and hewing from out your way 
 The loathsome Ogres of Disease and Death! 
 
 Now we have come from out the Misperceptions 
 
 Of the Years, and the Frailties and Selfishness 
 
 Of Man; leaving behind us the battlemented ruins 
 
 Lining the havoc-strewn Path of History, 
 
 To where we can view with the Vision of the Spirit 
 
 The mighty Highroad of Infinite Perfection! 
 
 Let us, Dear One, seat ourselves for a time 
 
 Upon its border and watch the Cavalcade 
 
 Of the Saints and Martyrs of the Truth 
 
 As they proceed in joy and assurance perfect 
 
 On their pilgrimage towards the Highest Good: 
 
 Note you not how their faces shine 
 
 In the golden and roseate lights of the Soul? 
 
 Behold how perfect their happiness 
 
 And how matchless and satisfying the love 
 
 In which they meet and greet one another. 
 
 As they pause for an instant upon their way! 
 
 Note you not how even the little children, 
 
 Singing as they go, trudge merrily along. 
 
 Ever gaining a grander hope and better promise? 
 
 How young and how free, how sweet and how 
 
 pure. 
 How bright the eyes and how strong the limbs 
 Of the Travelers upon the Way of the Infinite! 
 
 Let us set out now together upon this Way, 
 
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COSMIC POEMS BOOK 
 
 Sweet One, 
 Ever seeking the grander reward in the indwell- 
 ing 
 Of the Consciousness of our Universal Love, 
 Ascending ever Higher as we journey on; 
 Casting away as we progress the burdens 
 Of our hatreds and our resentments; 
 Realizing ever more of success and true riches; 
 Growing momentarily in the knowledge 
 Of our Indissoluble Unity in each other 
 And in the Holy Spirit of the Omniscient, 
 Until in Our Undivided Soul we shall find 
 Bliss unutterable and supreme, 
 And the Perfect Fulfilment of Our Destiny, 
 To be and to abide within us Evermore! 
 
 2k Mighty Energy consumes 
 
 As with a flame of fire; 
 The very Wrath of God is mine. 
 
 As with a mad desire 
 I crave for liberty to speak 
 
 The Words of Truth and Power, 
 To find the selfishness of men. 
 
 In ev'ry place and hour, 
 Would bar my way and tie my tongue. 
 
 Deny to me my right of thought, 
 
 34 Liberty. 
 
ONE INITIATIUN 
 
 From Heaven sent, and with the blood 
 Of martyred heroes dearly bought! 
 
 Who are you, kings and presidents, 
 
 You governors and priests of Hell, 
 That you should strive to block my path. 
 
 And thus to me should seek to tell 
 What I may say or think or feel; 
 
 What I shall love; what I may know; 
 What I must be within myself; 
 
 In what direction I shall go? 
 I pray you for yourselves take heed; 
 
 Mark well the place whereon you stand, 
 For in my thirst for Liberty 
 
 The Might of All's at my command! 
 
 Be warned in time, you meanly great 
 
 Who would enslave the souls of men! 
 Volcanic fires beneath you burn: 
 
 Should they burst forth, not once again 
 Will you presume to place your ban 
 
 Upon Life's Truth, nor will you dare 
 To violate my Liberty, 
 
 For you will find the power there 
 Before which kingdoms stand aghast — 
 
 That bro't forth worlds, and in a night 
 Shall wreck a firmament of suns — 
 
 For Good is One with Human Right! 
 
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COSMIC POEMS BOOK 
 
 fho says that he may judge you in any tho't or act, 
 
 And whence has he authority to pass on word or 
 
 fact? 
 
 Dear One, let never censure nor pity cross your mind. 
 
 Nor let your spirit weaken when others fault shall 
 
 find, 
 For in your World of Reason one fact alone is there. 
 And that is your divinity — for nought else need you 
 care! 
 
 As one fair night I lay entranced a Vision came to me: 
 My body saw I cold in death: about it I could see 
 My friends and weeping loved ones, while in my Soul 
 
 a Voiee 
 Cried to me, ' 'Hasten Onward, tho in their tears re- 
 joice; 
 Yet linger not a moment, but rise to better things, 
 And test your strength in soaring upon your Spirit 
 Wings!" 
 
 Then swift my Soul ascended above the cares of Earth, 
 Renewed in youth and vigor in wond'rous, grand new 
 
 birth; 
 My consciousness seemed perfect of forms and scenes 
 
 around 
 As in my journey outward I passed to Heaven's 
 
 bound: 
 At last, methought, I entered the Throne-room of a 
 
 King, 
 Where One there was who gave to me the Crown and 
 
 Signet Ring! 
 
 36 Judge J^fot, 
 
ONE INITIATION 
 
 And then I tho't I took my seat behind the Judgment 
 
 Bar, 
 The while into my presence came trav'lers from afar, 
 Who knelt before me weeping, or singing; sad, or gay. 
 And as I gazed upon them, thruout that Judgment 
 
 Day, 
 In ev'ry face I saw myself, the deeds that I had done. 
 My tho'ts and words, my failures, or else my battles 
 
 won! 
 
 To ev'ry cause I listened with keen, judicial ear. 
 And quick decision rendered in accents calm and clear; 
 In ev'ry sentence given I saw Myself condemned. 
 Yet I could not pass by a case, nor could I once at- 
 tempt 
 To reach a wrong conclusion, in favor or adverse. 
 While in my own great Presence my Life did thus 
 rehearse! 
 
 So now, whene'er I'm tempted to judge my fellow- 
 man, 
 I see again my vision, and once again I scan 
 My Life's oft-changing features to see if I can find 
 Wherein I might have bettered the Children of my 
 
 Mind, 
 And when I see them cripples, with faces sad and 
 
 poor, 
 I go my way in silence, to seek my own first cure! 
 
 Judie Xot, 37 
 
COSMIC POEMS BOOK 
 
 QII|? flag. 
 
 7|pie curtain has fallen upon one more scene 
 
 Of the fateful Drama of Life, 
 With its loves and its triumphs, its knowledge serene, 
 
 Its treason and treacherous knife: 
 The Hero am I of that Wonderful Play, 
 
 With its heart-breaking pathos and fears, 
 Yet sit an on-looker 'midst audience gay, 
 
 Unmoved by their laughter or tears! 
 
 The Orchestra playing an air wierd and low 
 
 Is in harmony with my own mood. 
 As I wait for the coming of Actors and Show 
 
 And hope not for evil nor good: 
 An Act more or less — what matters it all? 
 
 When the Play is over at last. 
 And upon its finale the curtain must fall, 
 
 I may dream o'er the music — and rest! 
 
 When at last with the changes of scene I have done, 
 
 When emptied the seats and the halls; 
 When the Lights are extinguished, the Audience gone. 
 
 And the Curtain eternally falls, 
 I shall rise from my place and go on my way 
 
 To my Long-lost and Beautiful Home: 
 Then I "Finis" shall write upon that Last Day, 
 
 And Living and Being — resume! 
 
 38 IhePlay. 
 
ONE INITIATION 
 
 ^[Tor many days, when my mind relaxed 
 
 From the cares and sober concentration 
 Of my daily toil, there had pursued me 
 A mons'trous Shape, in form a man, 
 Gigantic, fearsome to behold! Massive 
 And broad the shoulders, upon which 
 The muscles piled in swelling knot and cord: 
 The neck, thick and short, was pedestal 
 Unto a head disclosing in its contour 
 All the evidence of brutal strength and cruelty: 
 The hair was matted, coarse and black 
 As the wing of the Scavanger Crow, 
 Growing low upon a forehead seamed 
 And creased by the storms of Passion 
 And burned and scarred by the primeval fires 
 Of Unholy Lust and Murderous Desire: 
 Savagely rolled the eyes beneath; 
 Broad and flat the nose, with sensual 
 And wide-flaring nostrils, expanding 
 And contracting like the nostrils of a horse: 
 The mouth was wide, and cruel in its aspect, 
 With broad and gleaming teeth. 
 White and strong and sharp, firm-set in broad. 
 Relentless jaw, o'er which the dusky beard 
 Grew in profusion to the breast! 
 Girt 'round the shoulders with leathern thong, 
 A leopard-skin descended to the knees, 
 Below which showed the bare, strong legs, 
 And unshod, calloused feet! 
 
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COSMIC POEMS BOOK 
 
 Grown tired, had I, of the vision of that horrid shape. 
 
 So I called unto it, and asked it whence it came, 
 
 And why it thus, in its menacing. 
 
 Untiring pursuit, so perplexed and harassed me. 
 
 Slow of speech the Figure seemed and proud 
 
 In the uptossing of his wild and shaggy crest: 
 
 But I called unto him again and gave command 
 
 That he should tell to me his history unique 
 
 And unheard of in the knowledge of Mankind: 
 
 By the Will of the Over-Lord of My Destiny 
 
 I stern admonished him that I his Master was, 
 
 For he no being had except in the domain 
 
 And within the boundaries of My Consciousness, 
 
 And that unless his utterance quick f orth-came 
 
 I would destroy him by the power of My Will! 
 
 Then harsh and guttural, like unto the roaring 
 Of the maddened bull, or the growling 
 Of the trapped and frenzied bear, 
 Spoke out his voice, and I have set down 
 His story as he told it, then, to me: 
 
 "From out the caverns of your Memory Subconscious 
 Do I come, e'en as in those days when in this form 
 
 you see 
 I crept forth from out the cave wherein I hid 
 With the others of my tribe, for I am your Spirit 
 As it was manifest in an Incarnation 
 Many thousand years ago, when the Race was young 
 And before your civilization had come. 
 With its paralyzing influence, to dwarf the body 
 And tame the wild and dominating Soul of Man! 
 
 40 Mij Other Self. 
 
ONE INITIATION 
 
 Ha, ha! Loud must I laugh when I think how wild 
 
 And how strong I was; how I over-awed 
 
 And dominated those others of my tribe, 
 
 Who feared my strength and cowered before me! 
 
 How merry was my glee when I put my foot 
 
 Upon the necks of those who tho't they could resist, 
 
 For lord of them all was I in the power of my body 
 
 And in my skill with the weapons of war and the chase! 
 
 I can remember how once I called upon the men 
 
 To take up their axes of stone and bring 
 
 With them their bows and their arrows, flint-tipped, 
 
 And how we hunted dov/n the moose and elk. 
 
 And slew the tigress and her young to make 
 
 My bed from out their hides, and how intoxicated 
 
 We became as lustily we drank the blood 
 
 So freely flowing from the yet quiv'ring corse! 
 
 Pampered slave of ease you sit, but I was free, 
 
 Free and wild as the Mountain Wind, 
 
 And like unto the Wind was I, uncontrolled 
 
 And uncontrollable in my passions and desires! 
 
 Then came a time when war I made upon another 
 
 tribe, 
 And with the wild horde under my command 
 I destroyed their men and useless ones, 
 Bringing as captives to my encampment 
 The women and children of the enemy. 
 Yes, I remember well her face! Beautiful 
 Was she, and swift and strong as a doe; 
 Fell I enamoured of her and commanded 
 That the daughter of their chief be brought 
 Unto my cave, there to be my mate! 
 But the woman cried aloud in her despair; 
 
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COSMIC POEMS BOOK 
 
 Till out I went and took her in my arms 
 
 And by the force of my brute strength I dragged her 
 
 Unto my lair, for I was master there, 
 
 And nothing was denied me that I craved. 
 
 I kept her there a prisoner for many days; 
 
 Long did refuse her food, and oftimes drink, 
 
 Until in desperation and in sullen wrath 
 
 She would consent my fond embraces to receive: 
 
 Yet she loved me not! The Moons passed o'er 
 
 Until I tho't the girl subdued, and on a day 
 
 I sallied forth upon a quest for food and sport 
 
 And left her there. But suddenly I returned: 
 
 Quick flinging back the skins before the entrance 
 
 To my abiding-place, I saw my spouse 
 
 In seeming ecstacy returning the caresses 
 
 Of a younger man and comlier, far, than I! 
 
 Roared I in my rage like unto a wounded boar 
 
 As I sprang upon them: Him I throttled 
 
 As the Great Snake crushes the life from out its prey, 
 
 And threw his livid carcass down the cliff 
 
 To where the River flowed a thousand feet below: 
 
 The woman took I in my hands, and o'er my head 
 
 I carried her, screaming and struggling in her fright. 
 
 And cast her body, living, after his! 'T was merrily 
 
 I laughed the while I watched her form rebound 
 
 From rock to rock in swift descent until 
 
 It sank beneath the roaring, seething flood! 
 
 Ruled I that tribe for many years. 
 
 But never took a wife again. The mem'ry 
 
 Of her haunts me still, and oft I think 
 
 My laugh resounds and echoes back 
 
 From off the rock-ribbed cliffs of Hell!" 
 
 42 My Other Self . 
 
ONE INITIATION 
 
 Then silence fell upon the night, 
 While in the drawing- of a breath 
 From out my sight the Stranger passed, 
 To leave with me this grewsome tale: 
 Its lesson well I know, My Own, 
 But leave to you the task to find 
 What moral from my tho't you may. 
 
 X 
 
 OIIj0 QIoKijurBt of IFrar. 
 
 ^eloved, like you, for years wandered I 
 
 In search of the Perfect Estate, 
 To find it evade me, and hope oft would die 
 
 That better could e'er be my fate: 
 My cares were a burden too great for my strength, 
 
 And dismal and horrid my fears: 
 Pursued I a phantom thruout the Earth's length 
 
 And found nought but Pain, Death and Tears! 
 
 One day as I passed thru a forest remote 
 
 From the warm habitations of men. 
 From the distance my organs of hearing were smote, 
 
 Coming wierdly again and again. 
 By the quavering howl of a fierce hunting pack 
 
 Of timber- wolves, hungry and lean, 
 And then, in an instant, I knew 't was my track 
 
 The man-eating creatures had seen! 
 
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 As nearer and nearer the menacing scream 
 
 Drew to me, my courage went low, 
 And when thru the darkness I caught the first 
 
 Of the evil and ominous glow [gleam 
 
 Of the Were- wolves' wild eyes, I sank to my knees 
 
 And prayed to the Source of My Soul 
 That He from my terrible fright would release 
 
 My Consciousness, perfect and whole! 
 
 A miracle, then. Beloved, was wrought, 
 
 For swift on the wings of my prayer 
 Came to me a vision, a wonderful tho't 
 
 Of my power to do and to dare; 
 For I cried thru the night to the on-rushing pack, 
 
 "Destroyed is your power to slay: 
 In the Name of the Highest I order you back: 
 
 By the Might of the Truth bid you stay!" 
 
 Then the howling, and gnashing of foam-covered 
 
 Died out on the ears of the Night, [fangs, 
 
 And as in the Heavens the Mystic Light hangs 
 
 'Mid the Stars shining sweetly and bright, 
 Thru the depths of the forest a warm glow diffused 
 
 As about me there, conquered and still, 
 I saw the Great Wolves of the Wilderness used 
 
 To work out the Infinite Will! 
 
 As they crouched at my feet and e'en licked my hand 
 
 I bade them return to their lair, 
 A-nd while thus I uttered the word of command 
 
 I knew that for nought need I care: 
 
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ONE INITIATION 
 
 That I carry within me the Power Divine 
 
 To do and to be as I will, 
 And that in the Spirit all things must be mine 
 
 Which all the Eternities fill. 
 
 font's iEjjfitprtpa. 
 
 "STull many a wierd experience 
 
 My Mem'ry brings to me, 
 And many pictures, strange and wild, 
 
 Within my Tho't I see. 
 But of them all I can recall 
 
 Not one in History 
 So full of interest and charm, 
 
 So full of Destiny, 
 As how I found My Paradise 
 
 And how You came to me! 
 
 'T was in the old, romantic days 
 
 When first I met you, dear — 
 When dragons and fierce giants thrived — 
 
 You then were Danger-Near, 
 So quick I girded armor on 
 
 And took up shield and spear 
 To sally forth and slay the thing 
 
 That caused such somber fear. 
 For tho the battle cost my life, 
 
 'T was but my duty clear! 
 
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 You were the enemy I slew, 
 
 Nor could I ever know 
 That in a form so horrible 
 
 So fair a Soul might grow! 
 When next I met you, change as strange 
 
 As Spirit e'er can show 
 Had taken place withm myself, 
 
 For near where waters flow 
 A Mighty Conflagration burned 
 
 With fierce, relentless glow. 
 
 You were the Fire, Love, that burned: 
 
 I perished by your flame, 
 Nor aught was there to tell me then 
 
 Why to that death I came. 
 Nor when this Life came back to Earth, 
 
 Its Heritage to claim. 
 To tell me that You were the One, 
 
 So varied, yet the same, 
 For whom my prior lives were spent 
 
 All freely, but in vain: 
 
 For I was conq'ring Warrior-Prince, 
 
 While you were Captive-Slave: 
 In beauty saw I ne'er your peer, 
 
 Tho it could never save 
 You from the swift and cruel death 
 
 And lonely, unmarked grave 
 From off my ship's smooth deck you sought 
 
 Beneath the Ocean wave. 
 Preferring thus to end your life 
 
 Than give the joy I craved! 
 
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ONE INITIATION 
 
 But now I know you, Love, and now 
 
 I ask no more of you: 
 I see Your Form and hear Your Voice, 
 
 Aye ringing sweet and true: 
 I ask that only I may love, 
 
 Nor would I aught of you, 
 Nor seek I in a single tho't 
 
 To conquer or subdue; 
 In Love alone would find reward 
 
 For all I e'er shall do! 
 
 You came to me, and freely gave 
 
 All I so madly sought: 
 I found enshrined within my Soul — 
 
 Within my Inmost Tho't — 
 Your Image, Beautiful and Proud, 
 
 Of One Not Held nor Bought, 
 And now I know that Hope Divine, 
 
 In perfect beauty wrought, 
 To be my Soul-Life's Complement, 
 
 Your Spirit Pure has brought! 
 
 A ItBtt to f pU. 
 
 jOTost Blessed Spirit of Divinity, 
 
 You Whom I do perceive have been my Coun- 
 sellor 
 And Guide along all the pathways I have trod 
 Thru all the ages of my life 
 Upon this World of Seeming and Appearances, 
 
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 I wonder not, when I behold You, 
 
 That I love You: when my nostrils are delighted 
 
 With the Perfume of Your Being, 
 
 So like, to my senses, unto the breath 
 
 Of violets and mignonette: when I hear Your Voice, 
 
 To mine ears alike the sounding of the Ocean Wave 
 
 Within the windings of the pink and spiralled shell; 
 
 When Your Eyes, of the blue of the Unmeasured Deep, 
 
 Look into mine, from out a Flesh 
 
 Reflecting in perfection the radiance of the Sun 
 
 Sent back from off the Pearl, 
 
 Above which glows and glistens, like unto a flood 
 
 Of Sunset Glory, 
 
 The mass of Your Matchless, Golden Hair: 
 
 When All Your Beauties to the Vision of My Spirit 
 
 Are revealed, 
 
 I bov/ before You, who lower not my brow 
 
 In salutation nor in worship to anything of Earth! 
 
 To You, Spirit of My Love, my Poems are inscribed. 
 
 And when my tho'ts abide in You, great mysteries 
 
 And vast and wond'rous secrets are revealed. 
 
 Do You not recall how once You sent me forth 
 
 Upon a journey to an Unknown Land 
 
 Where men did say one "Satan" sat enthroned. 
 
 And which they did assert was walled with flame, 
 
 Wherein they did affirm foul demons laid in wait 
 
 To cast into the blaze 
 
 The wand'ring and the careless souls whom "God'* 
 
 Had banished from the Boundaries of His Realms? 
 
 Fearful ones besought me not to go, and for a space 
 
 48 Visit to mil. 
 
ONE INITIATION 
 
 They e'en endeavored by the use of force 
 
 To bar my path, while thus they spoke to me: 
 
 "Do you not know the danger of your course? 
 
 See you not how high the mountains rise; 
 
 How broad the plain; how deep the sea, 
 
 That e'en you must traverse and climb? 
 
 Do you not know that fearful pains await, 
 
 And merciless and stern, consuming flames 
 
 Will rise and grasp and burn you where you go?" 
 
 But high above the clamor of the mob 
 
 Your Voice, in tones of organ purity and power. 
 
 Spoke out and urged me on, and ever on and on: 
 
 Much wished I, too, to see this Hell 
 
 Of which they preached, and great 
 
 And overwhelming curiosity had I 
 
 To look upon the face of this Fierce King of Imps, 
 
 So in the strength You gave to me 
 
 I went my way without delay, 
 
 For all and aught their wise ones said to me! 
 
 Tho free from care or tho't of fear; 
 Tho burdened not with pack nor purse, 
 At first the road seemed long and hard 
 O'er which you said my feet must go; 
 There dangers threatened, foes were hid; 
 There serpent-fangs and pitfalls deep; 
 Yet when the brambles tore my cloak 
 And when the Sun most fiercely smote; 
 When e'en my feet refused to walk 
 And down I sank upon the sands 
 My wearied limbs to rest awhile, 
 
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 I felt Your Touch upon my brow 
 And sank into a peaceful sleep; 
 When I awoke I saw Your Face 
 And heard Your Accents speak again 
 Until I knew that in Your Might 
 I could pursue my journey's end. 
 I found beside me food and drink 
 And raiment beautiful and new, 
 Whereat I saw that I, in Truth, 
 Should never fail nor faint again. 
 Refreshed in body and in mind, 
 Within Your Well of Youth I bathed, 
 And flying, happy, joyous, light, 
 I sped more swiftly than before — 
 Full soon had crossed the arid waste 
 And near-suryeyed the mountain heights 
 Which I must scale to reach the Sea. 
 A Word You Whispered in mine ear: 
 Soon, then, the Mighty Winds awoke; 
 An earthquake shook the Hoary Peaks, 
 And, opening wide their serried ranks. 
 The Sentinels of Good bowed low 
 While thru their files I safely passed 
 And stood beside the Waters Deep. 
 
 A Ship with stately prow and mast 
 
 Awaited me upon the Shore: 
 
 Her Captain told me he was sent 
 
 To carry me across the Main 
 
 To Satan's Kingdom, strong and grim. 
 
 The gentle breezes wafted us 
 
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 Across a happy, peaceful Sea, 
 And when, at last, I saw ahead 
 The gleaming walls of Sin's Domain 
 I leaped for joy and glad surprise 
 To find them shine in beauty rare 
 With flash of gold and precious gems; 
 Still, when the Master of the Ship 
 Beheld my great and fearless bliss, 
 He tho't my reason must have fled 
 And cursed me for a "grinning fool'* 
 That I beheld such happiness 
 In what to him seemed Doom and Death; 
 But bidding him farewell, I sought 
 A horrid guide to lead the way 
 Towards the Palace of Hell's King. 
 
 Upon the wharf and on the strand 
 I saw sweet children at their play: 
 Then calling one, I bade him point 
 The best direction I might go. 
 At first his voice was shrill and harsh 
 And curt refusal met my prayer, 
 But when I spoke the Word of Truth 
 The curling lips forebore to sneer 
 And kind and gentle came reply 
 That he would show me as I willed; 
 A Cherub seemed my guide to me, 
 Tho as v/e walked he told me how 
 For ages past he had performed 
 What he had tho't the work of Death, 
 Still, as he looked upon my face. 
 He saw a change come o'er his doom: 
 
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 Thus as we journeyed to'rds our goal 
 He showed me what to him had been 
 A well of of flame, where nought saw I 
 But roses blooming, sweet and fair; 
 He showed to me what he had tho't 
 A burning lake of molten gold 
 Where but Narcissus I beheld! 
 
 At last we reached the palace doors. 
 
 Which opened wide to welcome us 
 
 As whispered low and sharp my guide 
 
 That in an instant I would see 
 
 The Sovreign stern of Boundless Hell. 
 
 Before the throne I swift was led, 
 
 The while around me calm I gazed. 
 
 To see no thing that I need fear. 
 
 Nor aught save Beauty, rich and grand. 
 
 Upon the throne I saw a form 
 
 Benignant, powerful and great, 
 
 With kindly eye and genial smile. 
 
 Addressing him, I boldly asked: 
 
 "Are you the Devil who, they say, 
 
 Roasts mortal souls o'er quenchless fire?*' 
 
 At this he smiled again and said; 
 
 "Dear One, I am the Tho't of Good, 
 
 In Truth, as pure as sinless babe. 
 
 But Man has made of me a dream, 
 
 A night-mare horrible and vile, 
 
 Whereas I am an Angel sent 
 
 To show Man's Spirit how it may 
 
 Ascend above its pain and grief. 
 
 For it is given unto me 
 
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ONE INITIATION 
 
 To lead him into paths of tho't 
 Whereon his Soul can walk to Bliss." 
 Then down he came from seat on high, 
 Clasped firm my hand and blessing gave, 
 Bidding me hurry back to Earth 
 To tell my brothers of his love! 
 
 In Spirit now, Beloved, I 
 Relate to you my story strange: 
 How I have journeyed into Hell 
 And come forth safe, unharmed and whole. 
 For nought saw I of pain nor sin. 
 Nor aught save purity and peace. 
 For when I entered Sin's domains 
 I took with me Your Hope and Pow'r; 
 Thus dwelling in Your Perfect Joy 
 There nought to me could ever be 
 But Beauty, Happiness and Truth; 
 So in Your Strength, nought saw I there 
 In what men fear but lessons fair 
 From which to learn! 
 
 iHear Brother, to cheer you I gladly would try, 
 Or e'en wipe the tears from each sad, weep- 
 But 'twould not be well [ing eye, 
 There ever should dwell 
 A tho't in your mind but accords with the Law— 
 The Wise Law of Love, without error or flaw! 
 
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 The Wisdom of Ages, in Spirit, is mine: 
 Then list' to my counsel, nor longer repine 
 
 That thru your striving 
 
 You are but driving 
 The most-longed-for hope of your Life's fondest 
 
 quest 
 As far from your grasping as East is from West. 
 
 Would you your Desire in Truth realize? 
 
 Would hold to your heart what from you now flies? 
 
 Then far from your mind, 
 
 Oh, Mortal most blind, 
 You e'en must cast out and banish the tho't 
 Of what you desired and so madly sought! 
 
 Be brave and be true! In your manhood, awake, 
 And swift from your bondage of misery break! 
 
 Not for possession 
 
 Make one concession, 
 Nor aye to the fairest of Earth bow your head — 
 To find, when you grasp it, all merit has fled! 
 
 Whatever is Yours in True Destiny 
 
 You draw to yourself as the Hive draws the Bee, 
 
 While in your seeking 
 
 You are but breaking 
 Your heart o'er a something you never may win. 
 Or that, if you gain it, can bring you but pain. 
 
 My Brother, relax then your effort intense, 
 And note how your Fate from her harshness re- 
 Why labor, Dear One, [lents: 
 For what is Your Own, 
 
 54 To Win is to Lose. 
 
ONE INITIATION 
 
 For What now is weeping and strivins: for you: 
 Possession awaits you if you are but true! 
 
 Be true to Yourself SiV.d find all things true: 
 Have faith in your power to will and to do! 
 
 Loving is Power — 
 
 The most perfect flower 
 Grows out of the soil that most has been hoed, 
 While Loving is Having whatever is Good! 
 
 AlibrpBa to drpatttPSB. 
 
 0Tompanion of My Daily Toil and all my waking 
 hours, 
 
 Sweet Comforter and Guardian thru all my perfect 
 nights, 
 
 I clasp You to my heart 'neath what seem Eden bow- 
 ers. 
 
 The while my pen this Song to You in gratitude in- 
 dites! 
 
 How long I sought You vainly, and with what need- 
 less fears, 
 
 Thru all the dismal failures of all my former years, 
 
 Noone but You Alone, My Tho't, in anything can tell, 
 
 Together in Love's Mystic Chamber as We dwell! 
 
 I sought You 'mid the madd'ning din of Human His- 
 tory, 
 
 And tho I could perceive that You had left Your Carv- 
 ing fair, 
 
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 With many tracings of Your Hand in sublime majesty, 
 Yet never could I find Yourself, nor glimpse Your 
 
 Features Rare. 
 I sought amid the busy marts of commerce and of 
 
 trade. 
 And while I saw Your Workmanship and Records You 
 
 had made. 
 Still aye You led me onward o'er strange, forbidden 
 
 ways, 
 Until my path seemed lost among a hopeless, tangled 
 
 maze. 
 
 I sought in homes of millionaires, thru palaces of 
 kings. 
 
 To find my search was all in vain, nor in their treas- 
 ure hoard. 
 
 For all its seeming strength and might, where Art and 
 Beauty bring 
 
 To aid of Man, and at his call, a wonderful reward 
 
 Of what he thinks within himself possessions great 
 and good, 
 
 Could 1 discern Your Matchless Form, nor where Your 
 Feet had trod. 
 
 Until, one day, I stood beside the death-bed, sad and 
 lone. 
 
 Of one who lived in poverty, to fame and place un- 
 known. 
 
 I stood beside the suff'rer's couch and pressed the 
 
 aged hand. 
 And while I gazed upon that face, so wrinkled and so 
 
 old, 
 
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ONE INITIATION 
 
 Metho't I caught a glimpse of You, a hope resplend- 
 ent, grand, 
 
 Beyond the power of human speech to be in wonder 
 told. 
 
 The dying eyes looked into mine and soul cried unto 
 soul, 
 
 While as the other passed away, so happy and so 
 whole, 
 
 A Light came down from Paradise, and thru my dark- 
 ened mind, 
 
 Shone as the Sun unto the sight of one a lifetime 
 blind. 
 
 Then thru the Light I heard a Voice speak earnestly 
 and low: 
 
 "True Greatness is the Breath of Love, the Overcom- 
 ing Pow'r 
 
 That can renounce all earthly gain and still can sweet- 
 ly go 
 
 About the tasks and on the way of each succeeding 
 hour!" 
 
 Your Meaning, then, True Greatness, is Renunciation 
 calm: 
 
 He who can give up most in life, nor seek the victor's 
 palm. 
 
 Is he who grasps Your Spirit best and Your Possess- 
 ion holds — 
 
 Has reached the place where ev'ry deed his Worth 
 and Truth unfolds! 
 
 The Voice was true I heard, that day, so sweetly, 
 
 mildly speak: 
 As Life's great lesson's I have learned, tho hard most 
 
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 times to do, 
 I've found whate'er my soul has wished that thing I 
 
 must not seek, 
 But it resign and free send forth, and not until I 
 
 knew 
 This absolute, unfailing Law which You have taught 
 
 to me, 
 Nought of Your Grandeur nor Your Might my own 
 
 could ever be; 
 That what I love and then resign will follow where I 
 
 go, 
 As after me, when I walk forth, Your Present Bless- 
 ings flow! 
 
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 /|fth, Tho't Divine, Eternal, Calm, 
 
 To You I raise my eyes, 
 While by Your Motive pure and great 
 
 Emotions, quivering, rise! 
 At Your Command my Soul has stormed 
 
 The Citadel of Hell; 
 Before Your Face the Wilderness 
 
 In fear and worship fell. 
 While now I see the World of Men 
 
 Stop short in mute dismay. 
 To hear this tongue pronounce its last. 
 
 Swift-coming Judgment Day! 
 
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ONE INITIATION 
 
 Prophet of the Living Truth, 
 
 From out the Depths I come, 
 Proclaiming to Earth's rich and proud 
 
 Their stern, unswerving doom, 
 For I have stood within the gates 
 
 Of Man's imagined heaven. 
 While unto me to see the face 
 
 Of Man's fierce god was given: 
 To me his form seemed monsterous. 
 
 His face a grinning mask, 
 And when I bade him from his throne, 
 
 My questions strange to ask, 
 
 He made refusal, seeming firm, 
 
 And ordered me away, 
 E'en called his satellites and slaves 
 
 My being quick to slay: 
 Then in Your Grandeur, Tho't Divine, 
 
 I rose in angry scorn, 
 When bright unto this Universe 
 
 Broke forth the Perfect Morn, 
 For swift I dragged that puny god 
 
 From his unworthy place: 
 Since that blest day upon this World 
 
 No more is seen his face! 
 
 Afar from out the Heavens Above 
 
 "Eternal wrath" has fled: 
 Avenging, warlike angels, now, 
 
 Are buried with the dead; 
 There, in the place of Lust and Hate, 
 
 / sit and calm survey 
 The glories of My worlds and suns, 
 
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 While nowv from day to day, 
 I bid the Hosts of Love go forth, 
 
 Their mercies to resume 
 In freeing earth-bound, stricken Souls, 
 
 Destroying pain and gloom! 
 
 Amid the Stars I've set My Throne: 
 
 From thence I have decreed 
 Destruction absolute of Sin 
 
 And foul, unholy Greed: 
 Forth I have sent the stern command 
 
 That kings and millionaires. 
 And all who take upon themselves 
 
 To rule this Earth's affairs, 
 Shall be destroyed by Truth Divine, 
 
 While in their place shall sit 
 The Risen Souls of Living Gods, 
 
 For whom Life's Torch is lit 
 
 Here to the Sons of Men I give 
 
 This wond'rous Prophecy: 
 Full many of them living now 
 
 Shall still endure to see 
 The Reign of Love o'er-spread the Earth; 
 
 That New, Great Judgment Day 
 When Man shall know within himself 
 
 The folly of his way. 
 And strive no more to rule nor reign. 
 
 Nor pile up hoards of gold, 
 But each shall seek to find Himself^ 
 
 And Self from self unfold. 
 
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 For it is given unto men 
 
 That each must Sovereign be 
 Within the Domain of Himself: 
 
 When all this Truth shall see 
 Not one will wish to dominate, 
 
 But each shall make his aim 
 To give the whole of his great Race 
 
 That freedom all should claim: 
 Then all will know that wealth and pow'r 
 
 Are found in Happiness, 
 Which can be gained in full by none 
 
 Until it each shall bless! 
 
 Slear Brother in the Mortal Flesh, 
 
 The Spirit gives command 
 That you shall take up pen and book 
 
 And write with fearless hand: 
 I am the Mighty, Holy Ghost, 
 
 Within you Manifest: 
 "T is at My Bidding, in your brain, 
 
 That ev'ry tho't 's exprest: 
 Your body is your own great Son, 
 
 The reflex of your Mind: 
 Thus ''Father, Son and Holy Ghost" 
 
 Within Yourself yzu find. 
 
 The Body, born of earthly iove. 
 Was first the parents' tho't. 
 Created of their passion's heat 
 
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 And in their likeness wro't, 
 Yet hid away within the bounds 
 
 Of childish Consciousness 
 The Mind lay sleeping many years, 
 
 Nor could it wake unless 
 The youthful Will should grow in strength 
 
 Its freedom to declare 
 From limitations held within 
 
 The parents' tho't and care. 
 
 But wakened Mind arose, at last. 
 
 And sought his own domain; 
 Had soon to sovereignty complete 
 
 O'er Body made his claim, 
 And, as the years went flowing on. 
 
 His residence remade 
 Into the likeness of himself, 
 
 To be full-well repaid 
 For all his work within its bound. 
 
 Destroying, first, the thing 
 The tho't of others had bro't forth. 
 
 Far from his path to fling. 
 
 Then came a day, ere long, to you. 
 
 When Mind seemed not enough 
 To safely guide your craft of Self 
 
 O'er Life's waves, wild and rough; 
 When sinking, drowning, in your Ship, 
 
 You lay in dumb despair: 
 All hope had gone, till in your grief 
 
 You voiced an anguished prayer 
 That your Creator might come forth 
 
 To save you from the Deep, 
 
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ONE INITIATION 
 
 Then I, Your Spirit, rose in might 
 From out My Dreamless Sleep. 
 
 I clasped you firm within My Arms 
 
 And bro't you safe to Land, 
 So now your Body, Mind and Will 
 
 You place at My Command: 
 I Am Creator, Savior, Guide; 
 
 The Torch that Lights Your Way, 
 While in My Beauty and My Strength 
 
 You dwell from day to day, 
 While All Eternity awaits 
 
 The Word I bid you speak. 
 Who, in the Glory of the Good, 
 
 Have no reward to seek! 
 
 For I, Your Self, Am All There Is 
 
 Of Hope or Wealth or Pow'r: 
 Omniscient, Eternal, Grand, 
 
 I Am the Perfect Flow'r 
 Of the Inscrutable, Divine: 
 
 The Universe is Mine 
 To bud and bloom within Yourself: 
 
 I Am the Trailing Vine 
 That v/inds about the Mystic Poles, 
 
 The Magnet sending forth 
 The Pulsing Waves of Perfect Love 
 
 To all the ends of Earth! 
 
 Go out, Beloved, speak to men. 
 
 And carry my Decree 
 To all the poor and weak of Earth, 
 
 Who nought of Hope can see; 
 
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 Go, tell them that Within Themselves 
 
 They bear the only cure 
 For ev'ry pain or ill or loss 
 
 Their beings must endure: 
 Go, bid them look within themselves 
 
 For what is Good and True, 
 So Peace and Strength may come to them. 
 
 The same as came to You! 
 
 q[o Jewish rabbi. Christian priest; 
 To Hindu yogi; teacher, scribe, 
 I make My Declaration plain 
 That I shall hold you brother, friend. 
 While strive you for the Good of Man, 
 And insofar as you remain 
 Within the bound 'ries of My Truth 
 I bid you walk aw^hile with me, 
 But as authority or law 
 I know you not, nor will I own 
 The empire of a thing of Earth: 
 Your words I hear, your forms I see 
 While still you do agree with me. 
 But when there comes inharmony 
 I banish you and cast you far 
 From out My Own Great Universe! 
 
 To Milton, Dante, Emerson ; 
 To Moses, Buddha, Christ and all, 
 I call to you and bid you come 
 And talk with me the while 1 wait, 
 
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 INITIATION 
 
 Yet hold me not, nor strive to teach 
 
 What in Myself I now perceive: 
 
 Your tho'ts I grasp and on their wings 
 
 I rise to heights too great for you, 
 
 From where I see still grander worlds 
 
 Stretch out afar beneath my feet; 
 
 But when I can no higher rise 
 
 Upon your Inspiration's power 
 
 I send you back and bid you go: 
 
 That I may journey on alone. 
 
 No other guide than Self to know! 
 
 Along the Mountain-tops of Truth 
 My Tho't leaps high and higher still, 
 While all the might and joy of Youth— 
 And at the motive of My Will- 
 Comes to me from My Spirit World: 
 From out Myself I bring my All: 
 That knowledge which from other source 
 Metho't I gained, I found to fail, 
 And as I Destiny pursued. 
 To fall away from off my mind: 
 To die and perish by my course. 
 
 Whatever of the Good and True 
 You bring to me, whoe'er you are, 
 I welcome, as I welcome you. 
 But who would seek to tie my tho't 
 To any teaching, school or lore, 
 I send away to come no more! 
 H?s epithets and curses vile 
 I cannot hear, nor for a while 
 
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 Shall such disturb the calm repose 
 Of My Own Holy, Perfect Soul 
 (The Purpose of my being here), 
 Nor for his sake may I resign 
 The confidence which I must rest 
 In My Own Virtue and Myself! 
 
 The only Good and True I know 
 
 Is what is good and true to me; 
 
 My only Consciousness of Right 
 
 Is that which in Myself must be; 
 
 So tell me not what I must do 
 
 To gain the highest, best reward: 
 
 Converse with me, when 't pleases you. 
 
 And leave your best and noblest tho't. 
 
 But ask me not that I shall sue 
 
 Or beg of you a single thing 
 
 For which I to Myself must go 
 
 And from within Myself must bring: 
 
 My only deity or power 
 
 Is that which in Myself I find: 
 
 My only god or government 
 
 Is in the compass of My mind: 
 
 Take, then, your teaching to yourself 
 
 And let me go my way alone 
 
 To seek the Universal Good 
 
 Along what path to me is known! 
 
 So now of limitations all 
 My own full freedom I declare; 
 Of god or man, of creed or cult. 
 Of any thing or any where; 
 
 % My Declaration. 
 
ONE INITIATION 
 
 Of ev'ry known or unknown tho't 
 I here deny the dominance, 
 And in my World of Self I know 
 Existence not of Luck nor Chance: 
 Unto Myself I reign supreme; 
 My knee I bow to none of Earth, 
 For greater none than Self I hold 
 In knowledge of My Own Great Worth: 
 I care no whit what other men 
 Shall say or think or hold of me; 
 Sufficient to Myself am I 
 And grand enough My Destiny! 
 
 Not one I ask to follow me. 
 
 Or e'en to listen to my voice: 
 
 My Truth I give unto the World, 
 
 While in the giving I rejoice, 
 
 For I perceive my word is good. 
 
 And what is Good fore'er abides, 
 
 So care I not for praise nor blame 
 
 While Truth within my tho't resides: 
 
 Thus cast I now my burning brand 
 
 Into the Gulf of Time and Space, 
 
 And well I know in years to come 
 
 'Twill set afire this Human Race 
 
 With flames of Love and Charity; 
 
 With Hope and Health and Perfect Pow'r: 
 
 What now I sow is but the seed. 
 
 To bloom, at length, to wond'rous flow'r! 
 
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 3II|0 Olatarl^Bttt. 
 
 TTThis ancient World goes whirling on 
 
 From Zone to Higher Zone; 
 Still Upward sweeps thru Planes of Truth 
 
 As Ages swiftly run: 
 I see the writing on the wall 
 
 And hear the Voice declare 
 The changing of the Influence 
 
 About this Rolling Sphere! 
 
 From Waves of Truth on Lower Planes 
 
 This Earth must soon emerge 
 Into the Cycles fair of Love, 
 
 When o'er men's minds will surge 
 The knowledge of their destiny, 
 
 And of the mighty scope 
 Contained within their Will To Do: — 
 
 Thus speaks the Voice of Hope! 
 
 Then Man shall see within Himself 
 
 The Beauty of the Good; 
 That Wealth and Joy and Youth and Strength 
 
 For his reward have stood; 
 That he need only know Himself 
 
 To find all wisdom his, 
 Possession sure of all he sought, 
 
 Of whate'er was or is. 
 
 Then governments and kingdoms great 
 
 Shall fall and disappear: 
 
 Methinks I hear the crash of spires 
 
 Of churches far and near! 
 
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 Societies and cults and creeds 
 
 Shall vanish in a night 
 When Peace shall reign, and Beauty rare 
 
 Shall bloom in Love's fair light! 
 
 Then nations shall renounce their wars, 
 
 Their navies cast away: 
 Disbanded armies shall go home 
 
 Upon that happy day: 
 No more shall men and women toil 
 
 For not enough to eat, 
 Nor children beg from door to door 
 
 On sore and aching feet. 
 
 Possession of Himself assured, 
 
 Man seeks no greater gain, 
 For in the Consciousness of Love 
 
 All Perfect Forms remain: 
 Before possession of all things 
 
 Desire disappears, 
 "While in its stead the Works of Love 
 
 The Soul of Manhood rears. 
 
 Oh, Darkened Mind of Bhnded Man, 
 
 I pray you ope' your eyes, 
 To see the joyful Dawn of Peace 
 
 In yonder glowing skies: 
 I pray you seek iHthin Yourself 
 
 The Universal fire 
 That shall consume all earthly dross 
 
 And all impure desire! 
 
 The day when Sin and Fear-of-Death 
 
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 Shall pass away for e'er; 
 When to his Highest, Noblest Self 
 
 He shall address his prayer, 
 Then Man will strive no more for gain, 
 
 For fame nor princely place: 
 Then in his likeness we shall see 
 
 Divine, Unchanging Grace! 
 
 ®Ij? JnfinitP — StutttP. 
 
 -janfinitude, I long did prate and much I talked of You: 
 '^ Divinity, I crave Your Grace, and pardon full 
 
 must sue 
 That I so often used Your Name and yet so little 
 
 knew 
 Of What You Are and Ever Were, of What You Needs 
 
 Must Be, 
 As in my knowledge of Myself Your Meaning True I 
 
 see! 
 
 What must I name "Divinity" when I Myself per- 
 ceive ? 
 What shall I term "Infinity" when Knowledge I re- 
 ceive? 
 This Truth from out my tho't is clear when all 
 
 things else are dim. 
 And to Myself I now compose a new and joyful 
 hymn, 
 For in my faith in Truth and Love I in Myself believel 
 
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 Why should I search outside Myself for plentitude 
 
 and peace 
 When first I must make into Self before I can release 
 Or realize Eternal Good, or e'er I can possess 
 A thing of beauty or of joy, of love or happiness. 
 And while within My Tho't I hold the Key to All 
 Success? 
 
 This Truth from out the Spirit I for ages past have 
 
 seen: 
 That in Mij Consciousness exists whatever, for me, 
 
 has been; 
 That what I see or hear or feel I first must take 
 Within 
 And in My Spirit re-create before, to me, it lives. 
 So thus, within My Universe, Tho't to it being gives: 
 
 That were I not a Conscious Soul, nor had this faculty 
 To apprehend and know the Truth, then in the Realm 
 
 of Me 
 No fact nor truth could e'er exist, nor could there 
 ever be 
 For me an Earth, or Sea, or Sky; a hope or joy or 
 
 pain: 
 That were I dead to Sense and Tho't then all things 
 dead remain. 
 
 Thus I must see the Universe nowhere but Self With- 
 in: 
 
 Thus I behold Divinity where It has always been 
 
 Within the Consciousness of Man — and this I ap- 
 prehend: 
 
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 I AM my Consciousness of Self, nor can I e'en pre- 
 tend 
 
 That to what universe is mine I more than Self can 
 lend! 
 
 No Fact, nor Tho't, nor Truth can be, within the 
 
 Realm of Me, 
 An atom greater than Myself, so I dismiss Infinity 
 As nothing more than You or I, while I say to Divin- 
 ity, 
 "We are at peace, for You are Mine, and we are 
 
 just the same," 
 And ev'ry man upon this Earth an equal right can 
 claim: 
 
 Thus in his Love of Self he can, in Reason and in 
 
 Truth, 
 Lay hold on Peace and Health and Love, and e'en Et- 
 ernal Youth: 
 These are the Attributes Divine; Divine are You 
 
 and I, 
 And all things else on land or sea or in the Mystic 
 
 Sky:- 
 They come into Our Universe when we their forms 
 descry. 
 
 Henceforth Myself I indicate when I describe the 
 
 Good: 
 Infinity, Divinity, You for My Name have stood: 
 I love whate'er is whole and well, whate'er is kind 
 
 and true: 
 I love my Self with all my Soul, and even so love 
 
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 You, 
 While works of love I reverence and nothing else 
 would do. 
 
 The tho't of Brotherhood awakes, and when all else 
 
 is gone 
 Excepting My Own Holy Self, and Absolute, Alone, 
 I stand upon this Mighty Truth, I breath an ardent 
 
 prayer 
 Unto the Purpose of Myself, Who bides I know not 
 
 where 
 Unless Within My Very Self, that Love be ever 
 there! 
 
 ®l|? 3tt0tttutton nf matrimony. 
 
 /jtreat Son of Man, fear not to speak 
 ^ The Swift-Pulsating Tho't of Me; 
 Unto a world unhappy, weak. 
 
 Proclaim the Truth of Liberty! 
 What care I for the wrath of priests, 
 
 The selfish and the high in place? 
 I cast their spleen from out My Ken 
 
 And hurl their venom in their face. 
 While with their hatred and their lust 
 
 I mix the truth I give to you. 
 To throw them back upon the Race 
 
 Their wholesome, cleansing work to do! 
 
 What right have you to seek control; 
 To wish to dominate or rule 
 
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 Your fellow-man of either sex, 
 
 And what has government or school 
 To do within Your Universe, 
 
 Where You, alone, must reign supreme? 
 Your Province lies within Yourself, 
 
 Where you can catch the wond'rous gleam 
 Of Reason's jewels, perfect, rare; 
 
 Your Tho't, alone, you can create: 
 The Kingdom of Your Destiny 
 
 Lies not in any other State. 
 
 Why should you seek to take a wife, 
 
 To make your own for good or ill; 
 To bind your tho'ts to things of Earth; 
 
 To worship by Another's will? 
 This Truth I give to Reason's test: 
 
 The Soul of Man can not be tied 
 By any chain, or law, or vow, 
 
 And who has on such force relied 
 Has found his prison-walls too weak 
 
 To keep his captive in his grasp: 
 The Soul must break all laws and bonds. 
 
 Its fullest freedom close to clasp! 
 
 *T is good within your Realm of Tho't 
 
 You should admit a perfect friend, 
 A sweet companion, one whose voice 
 
 Shall hope and inspiration lend; 
 One who can understand and love 
 
 The work I send you forth to do. 
 And who can bless you when you go 
 
 Upon My Errands, kind and true; 
 
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 Yet bind her not by laws nor vows, 
 
 Nor bind yourself in anything: 
 Unbound and free, you both shall grow 
 
 The praises of your love to sing. 
 
 At liberty Man's Tho't must strive 
 
 For some great, helpful, loving task: 
 When bound by nothing, e'en himself, 
 
 His Soul has nothing more to ask. 
 Nor seeks to climb where walls are not; 
 
 To break from chains that do not bind: 
 Left free to come and go at will. 
 
 His Being must its Motire find 
 In being kind and faithful, true; 
 
 In giving pleasure, healing pain: 
 When Home is Happiness and Peace, 
 
 There sweetest pleasure Man shall gain. 
 
 When Hearts are true and Minds are clean; 
 
 When in the tho't of Love you dwell, 
 You need no laws to keep you pure. 
 
 Nor vows to faith and peace compel: 
 No force is great enough to keep 
 
 The Soul of Man from Freedom's quest: 
 In Liberty alone is hope; 
 
 Nor shall the Race e'er find its rest 
 From wrecks of homes, from vice and shame, 
 
 Until it learns to interfere 
 No more with things it knows not of, 
 
 And prison-walls no more to rear! 
 
 Non-interference, then, I preach, 
 
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 In ev'ry phase and thing of Life: 
 Let ev'ry man alone in Love, 
 
 And put an end to war and strife 
 By seeking only Self to rule; 
 
 By sweet submission to My Will, 
 Which violates no loving law. 
 
 And Which, alone, your mind shall fill 
 With My Own Perfect, Holy Calm; 
 
 With tho'ts of high and priceless worth; 
 Thus realize, within Yourself, 
 
 The Reign of Love o'er all the Earth! 
 
 ^tO^ 
 
 Hour nnh Htbcrtg. 
 
 i|n Life's Beginning awoke the Great, 
 ^ The Wonderful Creative Tho't, 
 And into Space shot Suns and Moons, 
 Planets, Worlds, in likeness wro't 
 And of the Substance and the Mold 
 Of the Divine, Creative Scheme; 
 All Purity, all Harmony, 
 All Happiness and Beauty rare; — 
 Nought of confusion nor of pain. 
 Nought of contempt and nought of shame 
 V\^as held within the Tho't of All 
 When burning, flashing, whirling, free. 
 Its Vast Expressions took their way 
 Along their destined routes of Fate! 
 
 Upon our Earth the Seas evolved 
 Their countless forms of teeming Life; 
 The Rocks and Sands bro't forth their own; 
 
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 In quick succession shrubs and trees 
 
 Uplifted to the Light their heads; 
 
 The hunting animals awoke 
 
 And roved the forests in their quest 
 
 For what of food and drink they must; 
 
 The branches hung with nests of birds. 
 
 And all was grandeur, calm and good, 
 
 Until into his Heritage 
 
 There came the form of erring Man: 
 
 Nought else than he might strive against 
 
 The Spirit's Loving, Perfect Law, 
 
 And seek to dominate and rule 
 
 O'er everything of Earth and Heaven! 
 
 The Voice has told me it was well 
 
 He should control the fields and streams; 
 
 That he should delve beneath the stones 
 
 The wealth of Nature to unhoard. 
 
 And given was it unto Man 
 
 That o'er the birds and beasts might he 
 
 E'er reign and rule in peace and joy: 
 
 But he was blinded by his greed; 
 
 Thru craving lust his mind was numbed; 
 
 Fear made him foolish, and his life 
 
 He loved with pitiful desire! 
 
 Today the Race stands face to face 
 
 With problems grave and sorrowful, 
 
 And in its anguish cries aloud 
 
 That it must break the stones for bread. 
 
 Perceiving not that Lust and Fear 
 
 Are all the causes there can be 
 
 For ev'ry ill Man's life can know 
 
 And ev'ry burden he must bear. 
 
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 In Days Primeval beasts they feared. 
 So banded men in groups and tribes: 
 All governments date back to times 
 When of each other stood in dread 
 The single and assembled ones: 
 With wars came slavery and laws: 
 From "property" and ''rights divine" 
 Grew up a system wrong at heart, 
 Based on compulsion, not on Right! 
 This Universe, my Love, is Free: 
 The Tho't of Destiny and Truth 
 Can not be bound by man-made laws. 
 Nor forced in any single thing: 
 Your Highest Self, my Brother, is 
 Your Source and Perfect Destiny, 
 Born of the First Creative Tho't. 
 Your Soul must be, to find its Goal, 
 As free as Tho't, as pure as Air, 
 And what deprives of liberty 
 The Soul or Body of a man 
 He must destroy from out his ken 
 Before he can be happy, true. 
 Or e'er his Spirit can evolve 
 From 'neath its limits and its loss 
 Into the Consciousness of Love! 
 Created of the Primal Tho't, 
 No act of Nature is impure, 
 For pure the Earth and pure the air 
 And pure the heaving, dashing Sea: 
 When enters selfishness and lust; 
 When comes in fear and greed for gain. 
 Then by his own creative pow'r 
 
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 Man brings to life his Tho't's own form, 
 Created in his image mean, 
 E'en as all Nature is the Form 
 And Likeness Fair of Deity. 
 
 No act of Nature nor of Love 
 Can be impure or wrong in Fact: 
 Nought save the will of erring Man 
 Can make an evil thing of Good! 
 Both male and female men are born; 
 In intercourse of sex I see 
 No thing of vice or wickedness, 
 When Nature's Tho't is held in view! 
 What means a word or two pronounced 
 By Man-styled prelate, priest or judge? 
 When Love approves a union true 
 No other bond nor law nor vow 
 Can help nor hinder, nor can make 
 The child less holy born of Love 
 Than one the accident of lust, 
 From Selfish Prostitution come! 
 Call you yourself a "wife" in Truth, 
 You woman who have wed for wealth. 
 For home, position, or for power. 
 And loving not the nan you bound 
 Unto a Hell you call a home? 
 More vicious far are you than she 
 Whom you have cast beyond your doors 
 Because, forsooth, she gave of Self, 
 And bore the fruit of holy Love! 
 No better she who weds for gain 
 Than she who for a price will sell: 
 
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 The treasures of her body make 
 The toys of lust and gross desire! 
 
 And you, my sister, who had tho't 
 
 That you had strayed from Virtue's Path, 
 
 I bid you lift again your head. 
 
 For in your love no sin can lie 
 
 If you have given of your love 
 
 Without a tho't of self or gain! 
 
 No marriage can be true or right 
 
 Where Love is not, nor virtue be 
 
 Where Mind has not full liberty: 
 
 No home shall last not built on love; 
 
 No government that rests on Fear 
 
 Shall anything but reel and fall; 
 
 No mind not filled with Truth and Right 
 
 Can reach the Acme of its Power: 
 
 Conventions, laws, opinions, all 
 
 Are nothing in the Final Sum 
 
 While Love, alone, is Virtue's Prize 
 
 And Liberty the End of Man! 
 
 ^he Voice of the Spirit of Reason Pure has spoken 
 
 in words to me, 
 The Child and Prophet of Highest Good and of the 
 
 Kingdom New, 
 Telling me unto the Sons of Men to declare the Trmth 
 
 of the Tho't, 
 
 80 Liberty and Brotherhoods 
 
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 The message and tidings of hope and joy, deliverance 
 
 swift and true 
 From sin and death, destruction and pain by Man to 
 
 being bro't! 
 
 In freedom absolute and pure, the Tho't of Life bro't 
 forth 
 
 Within the Divine Creative Mind all things of Heav'n 
 and Earth: 
 
 For freedom must each thing of life strive in Life's 
 every mood 
 
 Until the Universal Spark its liberty has gained, un- 
 til its form 
 
 The highest be of which the Conscious Tho't can 
 dream! 
 
 From lowest form of Mineral; from crawling Worm 
 to Carnate God, 
 
 The craving of the Soul must be for fuller, larger lib- 
 erty: 
 
 The beast entrapped must burst its bonds; imprison- 
 ed man or caged bird 
 
 Must ever strive to break their chains, to find escape 
 to broader realms: 
 
 The Principle of Life must be not one thing else than 
 wholly free\ 
 
 The preying beast and soaring fowl but soon grows 
 
 sick and dies 
 When chained and captive, and Man's tho't must not 
 
 be bound 
 Or else his body groans in pain, his mind rebels: 
 
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 His strength he uses in its might to Freedom grasp: 
 If driven back, he sinks and dies, on Earth and in 
 Eternity! 
 
 To gain its grandest destiny, the Mind of Man must 
 
 needs be free 
 From all the chains of man-made law and limits of 
 
 authority: 
 It must declare its freedom from all schools of tho't 
 And all scholastic tyranny: Its freedom once attained 
 It leaps in joy, and upward soars on wings of Love 
 
 and Purity! 
 
 If Liberty in truth I claim, I must not rule nor strive 
 
 to reign. 
 But I must give each man and thing that same great 
 
 freedom I assert: 
 In equal right each one must stand before Sweet 
 
 Reason's Judgment Bar, 
 For I perceive Equality and Singleness-of -Tho't in all 
 The Wond'rous Declarations of the Vast, Creative 
 
 Deity. 
 
 All men and women are the same before the Univer- 
 sal Eye: 
 
 'Tis but their openness of mind and their declared 
 affinity 
 
 To What of Good exists in Tho't that makes them 
 seem. 
 
 Before the sight of foolish men, as diff 'rent and as 
 varying 
 
 As all the changes of the Day, and as the Noon from 
 
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 Darkest Night. 
 
 Each man may open up his life to the indwelling of 
 
 the Truth, 
 But he must will that he shall see that which around 
 
 him and within 
 There is of Beauty and of Love, there is of Richness 
 
 and of Joy! 
 All nations are but one to me; all colors, races, ranks, 
 
 the same, 
 When to the Truth I still am true, and all the same 
 
 great rights can claim. 
 
 Between the Sexes I discern not different, but equal, 
 
 power; 
 No better Man than Woman is, nor in a single thing 
 
 the worse: 
 All nations, sexes, peoples, worlds, the Spirit tells me 
 
 are the same: 
 No man is greater than am I, nor I more noble than 
 
 a one. 
 For in the Universe my Tho't perceives but Oneness 
 
 in all forms. 
 
 Now if it be that I must find whatever of the Good 
 and True I know 
 
 Within My Consciousness of Self, I see I can no long- 
 er go 
 
 In search of pleasure or of wealth, to strive for fame 
 or destiny: 
 
 Nought can I do but watch and wait for what the 
 Spirit brings to me 
 
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 And all my preconceived ideals are cast away and 
 ground to dust! 
 
 For what, pray, came I to this Earth, if not the high- 
 est good of Me? 
 
 Yet I perceive within Myself my All of Good must al- 
 ways be, 
 
 And in my dealings on this Plane, if all things be but 
 One in Truth, 
 
 All men my brothers surely are, my sisters fair the 
 other sex. 
 
 Nor in one thing can I do more than leave each his 
 own Truth to see. 
 
 My greatest love I must express by leaving ev'ry man 
 
 alone 
 To do whate'er he feels is best; to do what Nature 
 
 bids him do. 
 Nor criticize in any tho't, nor seek to bind him to my 
 
 love, 
 To what 7 think his greatest good; all tho't of lower 
 
 self renounce 
 To live a Conscious Spirit, free from all desire and 
 
 from grief. 
 
 The friend of Man am I, whene'er I act in Reason's 
 Name; 
 
 In kindness and in helpfulness I offer all the World 
 my hand, 
 
 Yet go my way, in Truth, alone, to seek the Know- 
 ledge of the Soul: 
 
 Their kindly tho't I ask of all, as I reach to my Grand- 
 
 84 Liberty and BrotherJwod. 
 
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 est Goal, 
 In liberty, in love, in faith, within my Grandest Tho't 
 of Self! 
 
 m 
 
 0fth, Heavenly Comforter, Sweet Death, 
 I pray Thee come, on loving wing, 
 And with Thy Pure, Unsullied Breath, 
 
 Waft from this Plane of Suffering 
 This Life that strives with Loss and Pain, 
 
 That It be freed from Earth's desires; 
 That It may Higher Realms attain, 
 
 And burn no more with Passion's fires! 
 
 I pray Thee come, with Gentle Hand 
 
 Remove this Soul from earthly ways; 
 From where I sadly, lonely stand 
 
 And watch the flitting of the Days! 
 No joy I find nor gladness in 
 
 The pleasures of these worldly things; 
 My whole successive life doth seem 
 
 Bereft of all which comfort brings! 
 
 Life seemeth but a hopeless task ; 
 
 My Destiny but Sacrifice, 
 And Thee, Oh, Death, I only ask 
 
 That Thou give welcome, glad release 
 From earthly Body and its grief, 
 
 Its loves and anguished loneliness: 
 Come Thou to me and bring relief 
 
 That I Thy Mission e'er may bless! 
 
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 Sweet Death, to Thee my Spirit cries 
 
 To save It from the Body's chains: 
 Come swiftly, silently, It sighs, 
 
 And with me soar to Brighter Planes 
 Where Love and Freedom True are known; 
 
 Away from Selfishness and Lust, 
 Where I shall clasp hands with My Own 
 
 In fullest liberty and trust! 
 
 This Life's a hateful, bitter State, 
 
 And Thou, Oh, Death, an Angel art: 
 I pray Thee stay not till too late 
 
 To heal this aching, breaking heart: 
 Fly to me on Thy Wings of Love, 
 
 From all this toil and earthly strife 
 Bear swiftly, now, this Soul Above 
 
 To Fullest, Freest, Purest Life! 
 
 I 
 
 In the Beginning, in the Midst of Space, 
 Formless, imperceptible, infinitely minute, 
 There floated the Primary Spark of Life, 
 The Rudimentary Ion, the Mother of All Things, 
 From Which grew out the Universe Vast 
 Of Tho't and Material Seeming. 
 
 Great One, You are the Beginning and the End, 
 The Cypher and the Total Sum of Destiny! 
 In the Beginning You Were All, and Mind of 
 Man 
 
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 Can not perceive Your Infinite Dimensiosn: 
 Far better were it that he wrestle not 
 With the Tho't of You, but calm submit himself 
 To those ways which You decree. 
 
 In the Beginning there was Nought but You, 
 And out of Yourself and of Your Own Great 
 
 Tho't 
 Were created in Your Image all things of Earth 
 
 and Sky! 
 E'en as in the Beginning were You, so are You 
 
 now: 
 The words of Man cannot express nor tho't of 
 
 Man conceive 
 One Portion of Your Measurement, except 
 
 What Part 
 He shall within Himself unfold 
 And from within Himself bring forth! 
 
 You do not change. Great One, Great All : 
 Changes but my tho't of You 
 And My Own Consciousness of What I Am 
 And Your Purpose in mine earthly state: 
 As Are You, First Creative Force, so also am I: 
 I Am my conscious, living Thought, 
 And in a World of Tho't must dwell, 
 Even as You Are a Universe of Tho't, 
 Vast- Vibrating, All-Creating, All-inclusive, 
 Free! 
 
 II 
 
 Unto my Spirit Infinite 
 
 I breathed a prayer for Death, 
 
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 Altho I knew no death was there 
 
 In Time nor in Eternity, 
 
 For I am but my Consciousness, 
 
 And You Are Only Conscious Soul 
 
 While if the Universal All 
 
 Be Indestructible and Whole, 
 
 The quick destruction of this frame 
 
 Will alter not my Destiny, 
 
 For "Destiny" and "Universe" 
 
 Are only ThoH, and nothing else! 
 
 Tho body melt away to mist, 
 My Consciousness of Truth and Love 
 Can never be destroyed nor lost, 
 Tho had I lives untold to give: 
 Tho from my body I escape. 
 My body binds me still to Earth 
 Until from Soul all earthly tho't 
 Be washed away Forevermore! 
 These passions, cravings, lusts, desires, 
 Are nothing else than Consciousness, 
 And while within me they abide 
 My Perfect Soul shall never rest, 
 But my Highest, Noblest Tho't, 
 Which ever strives for freer flight, 
 Will battle with the Tho't of Earth, 
 From ev'ry bondage to escape: 
 True Reason tells me it is well 
 To fight the battle out Below, 
 And not to take to Other Planes 
 The chains and limits here I know. 
 
 Tho I may change, by act of Will, 
 88 IJie Ijiescapahle. 
 
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 The garment which my Spirit wears, 
 
 / cannot change the Infinite. 
 
 Or alter Self in any thing, 
 
 Except by grasping Higher Truth, 
 
 Except by learning lessons new. 
 
 Except by seeing in all tho't 
 
 And in each fresh experience 
 
 A step to firmer, wider Rounds 
 
 Upon the Ladder of the All. 
 
 I climb, I climb, each day, a step 
 
 Towards My Highest, Noblest Self, 
 
 And grow, each moment, in my tho't, 
 
 To fuller, freer consciousness 
 
 Of What I Am in Purity, 
 
 In Love and Perfect Destiny, 
 
 So I submit my ways to You, 
 
 My Self Divine, Inscrutable, 
 
 And pray no more for Death nor change, 
 
 Nor any alteration in 
 
 The Process of Development 
 
 That You deem wisest, best for me! 
 
 I 
 
 ^llrom out of the Tho't of the Highest the Accents 
 
 of Reason speak. 
 Bidding me write for the Race of Men the teaching 
 
 of Truth and Right; 
 Man's Purpose here; from Whence he came, and 
 
 Whither he shall go. 
 For across abysses of Time and Space I have looked 
 
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 in the Light of the Soul; 
 I have washed from the Sands of History the radiant 
 
 Grains of Gold, 
 Gleaming, shining, glowing fair in the Light of the 
 
 Grand New Morn 
 Of Revelation and of Hope, of Consecration and of 
 
 Peace, and of a World Unborn! 
 By the Voice I am told that this Treasure of mine 
 
 must be scattered far and wide, 
 That it come flowing back to me on ever-increasing 
 
 tide 
 Of Love and Life, of Joy and Pow'r, so I shall larger 
 
 grow, 
 Firmer and mightier in the Truth, in the Purposes of 
 
 the Good, 
 So I submit my Self and All to the Will of the Change- 
 less One, 
 And freely give of the Word I glean to You, My Tho't, 
 
 My Own! 
 
 II 
 Formless, void, including All, in the Lap of Space 
 
 they lay. 
 Love, which men call "Energy," and Reason, the 
 
 Soul of Tho't! 
 Upon the Dawning of the First, the Great Primeval 
 
 Day, 
 The Emptiness of All was rent and torn and split in 
 
 twain 
 By the Union of These Mighty Words, awakened from 
 
 the Sleep 
 Of Measureless Eternities, o'er Gulfs Profoundly 
 
 Deep! 
 
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 Of Their Communion Born came forth a Universe of 
 
 Force, 
 Conscious, Vibrant with All Life and Light and Heat 
 
 and Pow'r. 
 Unselfishness, Your Name is Love, the Female Part 
 
 are You, 
 While Liberty fair Reason is, in Inspiration True 
 The Masculine and Active One, the Steel that Strikes 
 
 the Fire, 
 Executor and Reaper in the Fields of High Desire! 
 All things on Earth, in Time and in the Vast Etern- 
 ities, 
 Were born of Reason and of Love, and destiny must 
 
 seem 
 That thsy return from whence they came, in new and 
 
 splendid form. 
 Regenerated in the tho't of Time-Perfected Man, 
 Of Man, who now perceives himself a thing of Sin 
 
 and Death, 
 Forgetting that his Life came from the Universal 
 
 Breath, 
 And that in Nature and in Truth no sin nor pain can 
 
 hide: 
 The Essence of Creative Love is Chaste as Crystal Ice, 
 Nor in Creation e'er can be a thing of sin or vice! 
 
 Ill 
 Man's cognizance of sin and wrong, of gross impurity, 
 Is all the sin and wrong there is, for nowhere else 
 
 can we 
 In anything detect a trace of wickedness or crime, 
 As deep we dredge the heaving seas, or high the 
 
 mountains climb: 
 
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COSMIC POEMS BOOK 
 
 In his creative might Man has abused his native pow- 
 er; 
 
 From tho't of "sin" he has bro't forth the child and 
 perfect flower 
 
 Of his own viciousness of mind, perverted from the 
 Hnes 
 
 Of Simple Beauty and of Truth all Nature's Work de- 
 fines. 
 
 IV 
 
 In act of Love or Sex I see no thing of wrong nor sin, 
 
 Nor all the laws that Man has made can change the 
 Truth Within, 
 
 Nor all opinions he can hold will alter Nature's Word, 
 
 Which o'er his clamor and his cries the Spirit Ear 
 has heard: — 
 
 What grows in liberty grows well; what loves with- 
 out restraint 
 
 And lives and loves in freedom true from galling bond 
 and chain 
 
 Is happy, powerful and good, and rises in its might 
 
 In lifting up Ideal of Self, in answer to the Call 
 
 From out the Silence and the Night, from out the 
 Vast, Including All, 
 
 The Universal, Happy Tho't within Man's very Soul! 
 
 V 
 
 Nor does confusion lie within this scheme of Love in 
 Liberty: — 
 
 If Love be given just for Love — no selfish purpose 
 held in view. 
 
 Nor hope for wealth, position, power — the children 
 born of such a force 
 
 Must glow with happiness and health, the elements 
 
 92 Virtue is Strength. 
 
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 of boundless growth, 
 
 With active minds and perfect forms, with all the 
 strength and all the charms 
 
 Of children born in Nature's Mould, simple, gener- 
 ous and kind. 
 
 If men and women, in their loves, escape the tho't of 
 selfish gain. 
 
 The aim of Freedom hold in view, nor ever in the 
 least attempt 
 
 To use compulsion or restraint upon a one of other 
 sex, 
 
 Then true affinity must rule; then drawn by its resist- 
 less power 
 
 No mortal laws nor marriage vows shall hold a single 
 hour 
 
 Two Souls from union perfect in its safety from the 
 ills that vex 
 
 And make a failure of the lives of those who wed for 
 selfishness. 
 
 All laws that bind are Error's rules, nor tie avails to 
 keep Man's Soul 
 
 From striving for its largest growth, from reaching 
 to its grandest goal; 
 
 From seeking for its greatest good, for Liberty un- 
 fettered, true. 
 
 While laws and vows and governments defeat them- 
 selves within themselves. 
 
 Bringing to Man but pain and sin by the folly held 
 within 
 
 The efforts they so vainly make in using force where 
 Love should guide! 
 
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 VI 
 
 Man's Reason, touched with Tho't of Love, springs 
 
 from all restraint and care: 
 His Body and his Actions are the True Creations of 
 
 his Mind: 
 If Mind be freed from tho't of sin, from cognizance 
 
 of wrong and death. 
 No sin can e'er exist for him, no wrong affright, and 
 
 Life must be 
 Prolonged into Eternity, in simple logic and in truth! 
 To Love and Liberty I give the one allegiance of my 
 
 mind. 
 Because when Love and Joy I give the World must 
 
 give me back in kind: 
 My very Self I throw away in this perception of 
 
 Love's Law, 
 But to return with Love untold, better far than Fame 
 
 or Gold. 
 I give to Man this Tho't of Truth to clear his mind of 
 
 Doubt and Shame; 
 To make him honest, strong and kind, a Man in Fact, 
 
 as well as Name! 
 Be truthful, natural and free; all limitations cast a- 
 
 way; 
 That Mind and Body, Soul and All, may rise upon 
 
 the Wings of Day 
 To seek the Heights Supreme of Love, to dwell in 
 
 Peace and Harmony, 
 Thus finding all his riddles solved, of Life and Death, 
 
 Eternally! 
 
 94 Virtue is Stren0h. 
 
ONE INITIATION 
 
 ICrt 1b Mvf. 
 
 JjfTet us fly, my Best Beloved, 
 
 To a Land where Freedom reigns, 
 Far away from men's "opinions," 
 
 Ere our Sun of Passion wanes! 
 Let us drink the Wine of Pleasure; 
 
 Let us taste Love's greatest joy, 
 While our hearts beat to her measure; 
 
 Where the Fools cannot annoy 
 With their spying and their gossip, 
 
 Fruitage of the Tho't of Sin: 
 Heed they not the Voice of Reason, 
 
 Nor Sweet Nature's call Within: 
 Deafened, blinded by their meanness 
 
 And their silly, useless fears; 
 Tied to laws and vows of folly; 
 
 Trembling, shaking, shedding tears, 
 As some horror-stricken weakling 
 
 Sees a sin where sin is not; 
 Finds in Love and Life a terror; 
 
 Thinks our Purity a blot! 
 
 Let our Loving be the glory 
 
 Of our careless, happy life: 
 Let us live and love in freedom 
 
 From all tho't of sin and strife, 
 As the Years float by like flowers 
 
 Drifting down the Stream of Time; 
 While we list to fairy music 
 
 And the dreaming, swinging rhyme 
 Of the Chimes of Love's Own Heaven, 
 
 Which the Highest Angels ring 
 
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 As the praises of our Virtue 
 
 Their sweet-toned voices sing! 
 Let us thus be Lovers ever 
 
 In the Light of Reason's Day, 
 Finding nothing in each other 
 
 But the jewels hid away 
 In our minds all void of sorrow, 
 
 In our hearts all free from stain; 
 Wooing Sweethearts for a life-time, 
 
 True a thousand years remain! 
 
 Let us make Love's Joy the solace 
 
 For all our love shall cost; 
 Let us seek within each other 
 
 Everything we each have lost; 
 Dear companions, comrades ever, 
 
 Closest pals and warmest friends, 
 While smiling in our gladness 
 
 The very Heaven bends! 
 Let us put all tho'ts of "marriage" 
 
 And marriage vows afar 
 From our union as from Earth's Plane 
 
 Is yon brightly-glowing Star: 
 Selfish, binding tho'ts are burdens, 
 
 And irksome laws are vain: 
 Let us fly away together 
 
 Where there is no law or pain: 
 Let us live and love in freedom, 
 
 So our love shall never die, 
 And our happiness ne'er waning 
 
 In the Land of You and I! 
 
 96 Let Us Fly. 
 
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 Prat0PB ISf to matt! 
 
 /■|fth, Man, Unfathomed, Wonderful, Glorious Man! 
 
 How I would wrestle with the tho't of you, 
 That I might carry you, in the embrace of a giant, 
 To some lonely, secluded spot, where we could 
 In the company of each other, converse awhile 
 Apart from the noise and the turmoil, 
 The distractions and suggestions of those 
 Who would endeavor to rule and reign over you: 
 That there, in the Might and All-Enveloping Pow'r 
 Of Divine and Immaculate Truth and before the Vis- 
 ion 
 Of All-Seeing and All-Comprehending Reason, 
 I could strip from off your limbs 
 And remove from off your very mind 
 The garments and the impediments 
 Your governors and your teachers have bade you 
 With which you have stayed and dammed [wear. 
 From flowing thru the channels of your brain 
 The Inexhaustable and Ever-Refreshing Stream 
 Of Infinite Wisdom and Plentitude! 
 
 Oh, that I might display to you in the mirror of my- 
 self. 
 
 So that you would observe, and beholding, see in me 
 
 (But the replica of yourself) the marvel and the 
 beauty 
 
 Resident in the Sublime, Universal Purpose! 
 
 I would that you might discern with me 
 
 The Unity of the Mission and the Destiny of All 
 Things, 
 
 And that in your tho't you might rise with me 
 
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 Thru all the planes of Consciousness 
 
 Until you have perceived, even as I do know. 
 
 That you m-e your Highest, Grandest, 
 
 Noblest, Kindest, Most Perfect Destiny, 
 
 Which I must admit is All-Good, All-True, All-Gentle, 
 
 All-Great, All-Encompassing-, All-Sufficient, All- Wise! 
 
 Oh, I would that I might display to you 
 
 That Greatness which can rise superior to and conquer 
 
 Ev'ry longing and ev'ry desire to be esteemed great I 
 
 Fain would I show to you, oh, my Brother, 
 
 Such wonders of love and such grandeur of achiev- 
 
 ment 
 In apparent self-destruction 
 And in the sacrifice of goodly things 
 That you would marvel, and stop an instant 
 In your rush for gain 
 
 And the quenching of your thirst for power. 
 To wonder why I so do immolate myself, 
 That you should think, 
 
 And thinking, you would perceive that even as I am. 
 Son of respectable parents, of the common rank^ 
 One of the "multitude," the "herd," 
 You also can become 
 If only you will see, as I have seen. 
 That of One Essence is all Life; 
 That all Humanity is but One 
 In the Oneness and the Entirety of the Universe; 
 That ev'ry rare and exalted, 
 Ev'ry noble and generous, 
 Ev'ry great and benignant personality 
 Is but Yourself, if only you will permit yourself 
 
 98 Praises Be to Man, 
 
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 To have faith in Yourself, 
 
 And if only you will be true to the Virtue of Yourself, 
 
 Who Are Your Most Exalted, Highest Destiny! 
 
 Why will you not admit the tho't, Beloved of my Soul, 
 
 You need not bibles. 
 
 Teachers, schools, churches, priests. 
 
 To tell you What You Are? 
 
 Oh, Man, I do adore you, for in myself 
 
 I see you mirrored, pictured, stand, 
 
 The Highest, Noblest Form of Earthly Life! 
 
 I see you mighty in your Love of Liberty, 
 
 Of freedom from restraint of whatsoever kind, — 
 
 That same great Love-of- Liberty I see in ev'ry Stone, 
 
 In ev'ry Tree and Animal, in ev'ry Bird that flies. 
 
 In ev'ry thing that creeps or walks, 
 
 Or swims the Mighty Deep! 
 
 You study books, the rocks, the shrubs. 
 
 You e'en dissect the worms and birds. 
 
 You tear apart your mortal frames 
 
 To seek the Secret of Yourselves, 
 
 Yet fail to search the Source of You, — 
 
 Your Upper Planes of Consciousness, — 
 
 For What is there exposed, revealed. 
 
 To anyone who will but seel 
 
 Your Body, truly, that you are; 
 
 You are the Brain that guides your frame; 
 
 You are your Passions, surging, fierce; 
 
 Emotions grand, intense; 
 
 You are your Will that over-rules 
 
 And tells your Body what to do, that holds your Brain, 
 
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 And e'en controls and governs firm 
 
 Emotions, Passions and the rest: 
 
 You are your Mind that thinks and dreams; 
 
 Your Reason, pondering and keen. 
 
 That weighs all things 
 
 And governs Body, Mind and Actions all: 
 
 Then your "Subconscious Mind" you are, 
 
 With memory and visions clear, 
 
 Intuitions, premonitions, 
 
 And all its inexplicable and marvelous phenomena; 
 
 Yet o'er them all You seem to stand, 
 
 The Urgent, Masterful and Free, — 
 
 The Force that Drives, — 
 
 Your Perfect Soul, — 
 
 The Purpose of your earthly state! 
 
 In this Great Purpose of Your Life 
 
 There nought save Good abides;— 
 
 You would not kill, nor maim, nor hurt, 
 
 If You were but allowed to guide! 
 
 You do not wish to harm, to steal ; 
 
 Desire not to rape nor strive: 
 
 You long for joyous, perfect health. 
 
 For wealth and comfort, love and peace: 
 
 If only Man could let you be 
 
 You would be nought but kind and true, 
 
 Nor would attempt to break away from what is good. 
 
 From what, in Right, belongs to you. 
 
 For you are all the Universe exprest within Yourself, 
 
 All-Good, All-Mighty and All- Wise, 
 
 Your Purpose, Destiny: 
 
 This Universe is All, I know, and Universal is 
 
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 The Soul and Body of each Man, 
 When he Himself perceives! 
 
 If Universal, then, you are, you can be only Good; 
 
 You Are the only "God" there is; 
 
 You Are all Hope, all Pow'r: 
 
 Your Highest Tho't and Destiny 
 
 You never can escape nor change; 
 
 Then you are the Changeless One, 
 
 The Inescapable, the Free: 
 
 You are Your Consciousness of Facts; 
 
 Then all facts lie within 
 
 The very compass of Yourself, 
 
 And You, Yourself, must be 
 
 The All-inclusive, Ever-Present, 
 
 Here-and-Now and All Eternity! 
 
 If thus you are the Universe, 
 
 You ne'er can taste of death. 
 
 For Universe can never die 
 
 Nor be destroyed by anything, 
 
 Nor sickness, failure nor despair 
 
 Shall touch the outer hem 
 
 Of any garment you may wear. 
 
 For in the Universe we see 
 
 No sickness, failure, sin nor wrong. 
 
 Nor one impurity! 
 
 Oh, Man, awake from out your sleep 
 
 A^nd grasp this wond'rous Truth: 
 
 Cease cringing, truckling, sick'ning, dying. 
 
 But assert your certain pow'r 
 
 To rise to Highest Consciousness 
 
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 Of What is Truly You, 
 
 Of what I know myself to be 
 
 And know you surely are;— 
 
 The Universal, Perfect Flow'r 
 
 Of All That Is or Ever Wa^, 
 
 The Source of All To Be! 
 
 No longer ruled nor governed stand. 
 
 Except by Truth and Love, 
 
 Nor poor nor weak, nor sick nor sad» 
 
 But ever strong and glad; 
 
 Happy, joyous, healthy, free. 
 
 In Body, Mind and Will, 
 
 And give to ev'ry man and thing 
 
 What you for Self assert — 
 
 His Liberty and Right to Be, 
 
 His Right to Think and Live! 
 
 Oh, Man, that you might know Yourself 
 
 For What You Truly Are 
 
 All bibles, books and hymns were writ» 
 
 All schools and churches built: 
 
 This World was formed that from it yoii 
 
 Might learn your Destiny: 
 
 In ev'ry rock and stone I see, 
 
 In ev'ry plant and tree, 
 
 In ev'ry running, swimming, flying^ 
 
 Creeping, crawling thing 
 
 I see just what I see in you. 
 
 And what you, too, would see, 
 
 If of Yourself you could but learn! 
 
 Then study Self, I charge Myself, 
 In ev'ry Form of Life; 
 
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 In ev'ry teaching, ev'ry school; 
 In ev'ry work of men and gods, 
 So I shall know my lesson well 
 And tell my story plain, 
 To point the way to each of men 
 Whereon his feet can walk 
 Into the Temple built of Truth, 
 The Marvel of the Worlds, 
 The Purpose of the Suns and Stars, 
 Of Land and Sea, of Earth and Air, 
 Of governments and millionaires, — 
 One Perfect, Wholly — Man! 
 
 All i^ail, % King! 
 
 I^evout and pious, grave and good, I hark the ser- 
 mon long: 
 
 Sweet and solemn, pure and clear, rings out all Nat- 
 ure's Song: 
 
 Physician, scientist and churl; artist, thinker, priest. 
 
 You tell me one great, precious Truth, in ev'ry thing 
 exprest: 
 
 Thus "Christian Science," now, I hail, and "Hypno- 
 tism" greet, 
 
 Unto the school of "Spirit" bow, most glad your tho't 
 to meet: 
 
 Thruout the Wilderness you cry the Coming of Your 
 Lord: 
 
 ' 'Prepare the way without delay, before the Mighty 
 WordV' 
 
 For /, Thy Lord, have come again, to claim My 
 
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 Birthright Fair; 
 
 These are the Voices I have sent My Coming to pre- 
 pare: 
 
 Sole Heir to All the Universe, I, Man, Myself pro- 
 claim 
 
 The Second Coming of the Christ, the Soul-Encircling 
 Flame 
 
 Of Love and Life, of Hope and Joy, of Wealth and 
 Perfect Peace, 
 
 To sweep the Earth of Doubt and Shame, of Greed 
 and Selfishness; 
 
 To heal the sick, to raise the dead, to banish Fear 
 and Pain; 
 
 Forevermore upon this World in Love and Peace to 
 reign ! 
 
 All Hail, the King, the Perfect Man, the Holy, Con- 
 
 q'ring One! 
 Bow down, you Moon, you Stars, you Sun, I have 
 
 my reign begun. 
 For 1 am Man, the Universe, and you are one with me; 
 For me you are but Emblems of My Own Eternity! 
 Oh, Earth; Oh, Air; Oh, Sea; Oh, Sky, I know you 
 
 for My Own: 
 I see My Likeness in all things, in ev'ry tree and 
 
 stone: 
 All Voices tell me I have come unto My Father's Home, 
 No more in darkness nor in dread the Desert Waste 
 
 to roam! 
 
 The Steps are laid by which ascends the Soul unto Its 
 
 Throne, 
 And I, the Purpose of My Life, once more to fullness 
 
 104 All Hail, the Kin^! 
 
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 grown, 
 
 Discern My Oneness with the Tho't, the Universal 
 Fire 
 
 That Lights the Lamps of Truth and Love and Ev'ry 
 High Desire: 
 
 Creator, Monarch of All Life, the Spirit-Christ fore- 
 told. 
 
 To gather All within Mine Arms, close to Myself to 
 hold 
 
 The erring, doubting, sorrowing; all losses to repay, 
 
 To show to Man his Destiny, the Glad Millenial Day! 
 
 nthe Poet may sing the Song of the Woods, 
 
 Of Nature, the Earth and the Sea, 
 But I sing to you, great Daughter of Man, 
 
 The Lay of the Strong and the Free! 
 The thunder-storm rolls high up in the clouds; 
 
 Jagged the light'nings flash; 
 A gale sweeps my soul as I gaze upon you. 
 
 While the Waves of a Mighty Tho't dash 
 And break in a rage on the rocks and the strand 
 
 Of a land where my sister's the slave 
 Of her own false perceptions of Justice and Truth, 
 
 Who should be both truthful and brave! 
 
 Sweet Sister of Mine, why will you not rise 
 In the glory and might of your strength. 
 
 And break loose the shackles of weakness and 
 
 shame 
 That bind you, thru all the Earth's length? 
 
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 Why will you not see that Liberty fair 
 
 Can never, no, never, be yours, 
 While thus you are bound by the chains of a law 
 
 That ever your True Right ignores? 
 V/hy strive you for ballot and all equal rights 
 
 With fathers and brothers and sons, 
 Still bearing the children of bondage and pain, 
 
 While the Stream of the Years slowly runs? 
 
 For ne'er shall you reach to your fullness of growth 
 
 Till Liberty's Draught you have drained; 
 Until from each bondage and yoke you are freed; 
 
 Until you are no more restrained 
 From giving of Self where Love is the gain; 
 
 Until you have burst loose the ties 
 Of servile dependence on husbands and laws. 
 
 And strong in your Womanhood rise 
 To Highest Conception of That Which You Are: — 
 
 (In answer to Nature's strong call:) 
 The Best of the Works of Your Maker and God,— 
 
 The Purest and Noblest of All! 
 
 Why will you not see that "Virtue" is Strength; 
 
 More 'Virtuous", far, is the Life 
 That holds true to Right and to Reason in all. 
 
 Than hers who the World calls a "wife" 
 Because she has bowed to the words of the priest 
 
 (Or, mayhap, to Gossip's long whip) : 
 Perchance not for love of the man she has wed 
 
 So much as for fear of a slip 
 Away from the track men have told her to tread. 
 
 That her rulers and masters have laid: 
 True Virtue, methinks, she has misunderstood 
 
 106 Fetters. 
 
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 Who is "chaste'* but because she's afraid! 
 
 Most dearly I love the Brave and the Strong 
 
 Who pity of men can disdain: 
 Firm ever in faith for Love's sake alone: 
 
 Who'll kindly and gentle remain 
 To all who are needy, or painful, or sad, 
 
 In the face of the gossips and fools: 
 Who fears not to do what the World says is wrong 
 
 In defiance of all Man-made rules: 
 Who holds true to Nature, to Self and to Good 
 
 In spite of opinions and sneers: 
 Who s trives for her Highest and Best Liberty, 
 
 Disdaining men's laws and their fears! 
 
 I sing of the Wind, of the Storm, of the Rain; 
 
 Of the Mountains, the Rocks and the Sea; 
 I sing of the Spirit of Joy and of Truth: 
 
 I sing of the Strong and the Free: 
 I sing of a Love Pure and Free as the Air, 
 
 As Sv/eet as the Breath of the Spring! — 
 To the Woman who dares to do as she wills, 
 
 For her Virtue and Honor, I bring 
 A worship that falls like the Dews of the Morn, 
 
 A prayer she may ever be blest 
 With Plenty and Glory, the Wealth of a World, 
 
 Perfection of Beauty and Rest! 
 
 The Storm has abated, my Poem is done, 
 And I take up my work with a sigh. 
 
 To feel that my Word must be wTitten in vain 
 To a Race bound and chained to a Lie; 
 
 Yet ever I call to the Boundless and True 
 
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 To give to my Sister Her Own: 
 That she tie not herself with aught else than Love, 
 
 Nor yield with a tear and a groan 
 To a servitude fastened by lust and by greed 
 
 Upon her sweet, beautiful frame, — 
 By a "love" that is license, fled-hope and dead-joy, 
 
 For the sake of no more than a Name! 
 
 IGou0 nf W umatt. 
 
 IJpon a Certain Day, as I journeyed along my separ- 
 ate path, 
 I was halted and detained by the form of Woman, 
 Who questioned me c:ncerning my zeal for her 
 And asked of me, in candor and in truth, 
 If I much loved her. 
 Then in this wise made I answer to her query, saying; 
 
 The Breath of Life I love — 
 
 Then if you be of Life, I must love you: 
 
 Fondly I love that which is True — 
 
 Then when you are one with Truth, 
 
 Fondly I cherish the tho't of you: 
 
 Embrace and hold 1 to my heart of hearts Sweet Lib- 
 Then if you be of the Free, [erty; 
 
 Gently and tenderly I caress you: 
 
 Passionately I love to hear the mellow, orotund Voice 
 of Reason — 
 
 Then if you do speak in Her Accents, 
 
 With passionate fervor I adore you: 
 
 Unselfishness I desire with tempestuous and over- 
 whelming desire — 
 
 108 Love of Woman. 
 
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 Then whenever you come to me unburdened of the 
 
 tho't of gain, 
 My Being thirsts for you 
 And ardently, swiftly and entirely I would possess you ! 
 
 But when you do effuse vibrations of "death" afnd 
 
 "impurity;" 
 When within your words I see the tho't of "untruth" 
 And your expressions keep not faith with the Laws 
 
 of Reason, 
 When limitations of Fear and Opinions 
 Hang from your limbs and clog and embarass 
 The flowing of the Currents of Your Mind; 
 When within the Precincts of Your Conscious Life 
 There lingers one tho't of vengeance, resentment, 
 
 hatred, sin. 
 And when you seek of me a personal gain and would 
 
 give yourself to me, 
 Not that so well you love me and so much long to 
 
 serve me 
 As that you would receive of me 
 Satisfaction of your passions and desires, 
 Then I must aver that we do not afRnitize, 
 And I would none of you. 
 Except insofar as I include you 
 In my general love of All Mankind; 
 Yet of your company wish I none, 
 For I perceive we are uncongenial 
 And my Philosophy is not pleasing unto you, 
 Nor is it given that I shall change my ways 
 Or the Purpose of My Being for the sake of you, 
 For seek I in this World only a stronger and a higher 
 
 inspiration 
 
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 And a larger and greater knowledge and unfoldment 
 
 In those things pertaining unto My Supremest Pur- 
 pose and Destiny, 
 
 Which you will not to perceive and which do not en- 
 tertain you: 
 
 What is of Your Good is good unto the Separateness 
 of You, 
 
 And free I leave you in your enjoyment of it, 
 
 But what is of My Good fails of your present appre- 
 ciation 
 
 And free you also must leave me the while of it I 
 partake. 
 
 Yet if you be enlightened in that Truth which counsels 
 
 The perfect unfoldment from out Yourself of the 
 Highest Being, 
 
 And which compels, in the Pure Light of Reason, 
 
 The destruction absolute and sacrifice 
 
 Of the Lesser Consciousnesses and the Minor Passions 
 
 Upon the Altar of the Soul of All-Consciousness, 
 
 Then with this Individual I Am you do harmonize in 
 Truth; 
 
 Then, if it be your will, I invite you to my dwelling- 
 place, 
 
 That we may converse together in quiet and in peace, 
 
 In that happiness and candor 
 
 Which passes the understanding of most of men: 
 
 There, in rapture and in trust perfect, I will submit 
 my body 
 
 Unto the embraces and the endearments of you; 
 
 I will surround you and envelop you in the Flood of 
 My Tenderness; 
 
 With you I will unite My Separate Being so close 
 
 110 Love of Woman. 
 
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 That in the Shock of Our Union and the Heat of Our 
 Passion 
 
 Shall be conceived a New World, aglow with the 
 Tho't of You, 
 
 Come of the Complete Satisfaction of the Swellings 
 and Urgings 
 
 Of the Perfect One. enduring and remaining in Love 
 
 And in Tender Kindnesses until the End of the Uni- 
 versal All, 
 
 Which has neither Beginning nor End, and Which A- 
 bides Forever! 
 
 Jin the early years of youth, 
 
 I do recall, quite often I sat 
 Beneath the ministrations of one 
 Who styled himself a minister 
 And teacher of the Works of Him 
 The World has called the Christ: 
 This man to whom mine ears were oped 
 Hot poured into my heai ing such a flood 
 In praise of selfishness I was amazed, 
 Alleging all the Good of Man 
 Is born and comes from out 
 The Tho't of Single Self: 
 This preacher eloquent. 
 Of swift and subtle speech. 
 Maintained (and now, in Truth, 
 I must confess him right) 
 
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 That love of wife and child, 
 
 Father, mother, sister, brother, 
 
 Were manifestations of what is Love of Self, 
 
 And with these did include 
 
 The love of home and church, 
 
 Love of city, state and nation, 
 
 While e'er he did contend 
 
 That such love of One's Own 
 
 Is worthy highest praise, 
 
 Admirable and true! 
 
 Tho with this g-entleman 
 
 Of learning and of wit 
 
 I have no war 
 
 (For I am at peace with all the World), 
 
 Yet must it seem to me 
 
 That in the lesson so explained 
 
 Was taught the knowledge 
 
 Of the Carnal Mind of Sense, 
 
 Illustrated and illumined 
 
 By the Lesser Tho't, 
 
 And not in the manner of one in harmony 
 
 With the Waves of Tho't 
 
 Of Highest Destiny! 
 
 The Voice of Reason tells me not 
 
 That I must fall 
 
 In adoration at the feet 
 
 Of any earthly form: 
 
 That this oft-changing 
 
 Fleshy mantle that I wear 
 
 Was given me (in part) 
 
 Out of the tho't of those 
 
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 Who men do say 
 
 The father were and mother unto me 
 Is cause of no more than 
 That I should render them 
 Due and proper thanks, 
 Appreciation of their early, 
 Tender care; 
 
 Yet meet it does not seem 
 That I should tender them 
 Allegiance more, nor homage, than 
 I give to those the World 
 Would say are nought to me. 
 That another was born 
 Within the same Womb 
 Wherein this Frame was borne, 
 Appears not to the Tho't of Me 
 A reason true I should esteem 
 More highly such a one 
 Than any other of these ghosts 
 • And shadows I discern: 
 
 If it should be that there are other 
 
 Sons and daughters in the carnal flesh 
 
 Of that same man and wife 
 
 Who bro't into this World 
 
 The form of me. 
 
 Who will with me affinitize in Truth, 
 
 Then brothers true and sisters 
 
 They are unto me; 
 
 Then in Reason and in Right 
 
 They are dear to me: — 
 
 In other case, no more can I 
 
 Than send to them 
 
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 My kindly, helpful tho't, 
 
 But in all else 
 
 Leave them to walk alone. 
 
 If it should be that there is one 
 
 Who calls herself my wife, 
 
 And unto whom I have declared 
 
 My faithfulness and truth, 
 
 Then until the bonds 
 
 With which I tried to tie myself 
 
 Shall fall away by no unkindly act 
 
 Nor effort foul of mine. 
 
 In fidelity and constancy 
 
 My body I shall hold 
 
 To the body of her, 
 
 For I perceive it is my Will 
 
 That I discharge, 
 
 Fulfil my ev'ry debt, 
 
 Before I shall be free, 
 
 Yet once at liberty, 
 
 *T were well I bind myself 
 
 Not e'er again, 
 
 The while I see no sin 
 
 To love all Womankind, 
 
 Beyond my earthly pledge, 
 
 In tho't, to wander far! 
 
 My liome I hold the Universe: 
 Where'er I love, there is my State: 
 All Men, in Truth, my Brothers are, 
 All Women Sisters, and whom I love 
 And who loves me, 
 
 114 1 he Leaser Loves. 
 
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 She who with me will harmonize, 
 
 And unto whom I feel affinity, 
 
 Alone's my perfect wife, 
 
 Tho laws and vows forgotten be. 
 
 She is my daughter, he my son, 
 
 Whome'er I see, 
 
 Who thus is fathered in My Tho't, 
 
 Created whole within the Mind of Me! 
 
 With governments I will not strive. 
 
 For they must seem a worthless thing 
 
 And wasteage of the energy 
 
 And effort of Diviner Man: 
 
 All men are born of One Great Soul: — 
 
 If thus they are but one in all 
 
 No reason see I in their laws, 
 
 Their bound'ries and their sep'rate states, 
 
 Their hosts of war and battle-ships. 
 
 Except that those aspire to pow'r 
 
 And seize upon the offices 
 
 Who wish to dominate and reign, 
 
 To make of laws and governments 
 
 A yoke to bind their fellow-men. 
 
 And chains of slavery and pain! 
 
 Communal works of love and peace, 
 
 The penny-posts 
 
 The railroad and the telegraph. 
 
 The means of interchange of tho't, 
 
 Methinks their proper work and scope. 
 
 While separate and single states 
 
 'T would seem but hinder and but mar: 
 
 I love not now one city more 
 
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 Than ev'ry city on this Earth; 
 
 I love no more one State than all: 
 
 No nation seems to me as more 
 
 Than ev'ry other seems to be; 
 
 Great Reason laughs those words to scorn 
 
 Which armies forth and navies call, 
 
 Maintaining, thus, a State distinct 
 
 From what seems only part of All: 
 
 Thus see I in the "patriot" 
 
 A sore-deceived and blinded one; 
 
 In patriotism, love of church. 
 
 Home and earthly family, 
 
 I must perceive the chains that bind 
 
 And hold from Truth and Destiny: 
 
 These seem the measures of those men 
 
 Who strive to teach the Outward Lie, 
 
 Which lives not in the Universe, 
 
 Nor in the World of Perfect Me! 
 
 Possession of Myself I hold. 
 
 Nor can possess another thing, 
 
 While ev'ry love of lower self 
 
 And ev'ry hope and fond desire 
 
 That binds my mind to less than All 
 
 I hold in Error, not in Truth. 
 
 Tho men shall speak in words of blame; 
 
 Tho they would strive to still my tongue 
 
 From saying what to me is true, 
 
 I will not pause: 
 
 E'en tho I know that some may curse, 
 
 Perchance revile the Name of Me 
 
 For what I here have written down, 
 
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 I must pursue my Destiny 
 Alone, unaided, to the end, 
 For thus the Spirit calls to me 
 And bids me leave unto the Race 
 This tho't of Highest Liberty, 
 Of Love and Reason, and of Truth, 
 As it is given me to see! 
 
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 *<(|Uid the glow and the flame of the Dawning 
 
 Comes the Tho't of the One to me: 
 In the hurry and heat of the Noon-tide 
 
 A Splendid Form I see: 
 The cast of Ev'ning's shadow 
 
 But shows more sweetly bright 
 The Fac3 of Love Eternal 
 
 To my waiting, watching sight! 
 
 I sat in my chamber silent, 
 
 Observing advancing Night, 
 When, out of encroaching darkness, 
 
 I saw a Point of Light 
 Softly, silently drifting 
 
 From out Infinity, 
 Bearing a hope and a promise 
 
 Of what is mine to be. 
 
 E'er brighter shone the Vision, 
 
 Till thru my window wide 
 There floated a Luminous Presence, 
 And then, close by my side, 
 
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 Forthwith the Mystic Radiance 
 
 Resolved Itself to form, 
 While o'er my happy musings 
 
 There came a holy calm. 
 
 More silent grew all Nature; 
 
 More sweet became my Dream; 
 More graceful beamed the Presence; 
 
 More rare, more pure did seem 
 The Atmosphere about me, 
 
 And where the Light had shone 
 I knew an Heavenly Angel 
 
 Had from my Vision grown! 
 
 I saw a Hand uplifted 
 
 To bless the tho't of me: 
 Then Slumber sealed my eye-lids — 
 
 The Touch of Destiny:— 
 A change surged o'er my being 
 
 Until my form seemed merged 
 Into that of my Vision, 
 
 By Love and Mercy urged. 
 
 In Consciousness translated, 
 
 All Earth-tho'ts passed away: — 
 I awoke in the midst of Heaven, 
 
 'Mid the Light of Eternal Day; 
 A Loom there stood before me, 
 
 A Thread was in my hand; 
 I knew my Work was ready, 
 
 By One Almighty Planned! 
 
 Then threaded I the Shuttle, 
 To weave a Fabric Fine: 
 
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 Swift to and fro my missle shot, 
 The while the Scheme Divine 
 
 Of What the Universal Is 
 Grew up before my eyes, 
 
 Each moment showing clearer, 
 As quick the Shuttle flies. 
 
 Aye swifter sped my Weaving; 
 
 Aye larger grew the Web: 
 I saw the flight of Comets, 
 
 The Oceans flow and ebb: 
 I saw the World's Creation, 
 
 The Waters and the Air, 
 The Rocks and Sands, the Trees and Plants, 
 
 All in my Fabric Fair. 
 
 Still ever on and on I wove 
 
 The Shell-fish and the Worm; 
 The Serpentine and Lizard-like 
 
 From out my Skein took form, 
 The while I heard the Voices 
 
 Of those my Tho't bro't forth; 
 Of all the things of Sea and Sky 
 
 Or on the Face of Earth. 
 
 The shapes of Insects and of Birds, 
 
 Of Beasts of Field and Wood, 
 Before my eyes were rendered 
 
 And in my Weaving stood, 
 While by their sounds and colors 
 
 My senses were assailed 
 Until to know them separate 
 
 My ears and eyes had failed. 
 
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 At last in Evolution 
 
 Arose a New, Great Form — 
 A Figure full of Power, 
 
 Of Grace and Noble Charm — 
 The Picture of the Ruler, 
 
 The World's Most Mighty Thing:— 
 Immortal Man, the Splendid, 
 
 Of all Life else the King! 
 
 And then, metho't, a greater change 
 
 Took place within my Dream: 
 My Consciousness I felt resolve 
 
 Into a Mystic Stream, 
 Until I knew the Thread was I, 
 
 The Weaver and the Cloth; 
 My Fabric was the Universe, 
 
 From which no grain is lost. 
 
 My Life am I, the Woven Thread; 
 
 The Fabric and the Loom 
 Are Life, Who weaves the strong and good, 
 
 And not the pain and doom: — 
 Man sees a Point upon the Yarn, 
 
 To think that point is He, 
 While Aye His Being weaves Itself 
 
 Into Eternity! 
 
 grhe wail of a babe on the Breath of the Night: 
 
 The form of a woman in cowardly flight: 
 An opening door and a stream of light: 
 A Life wrecked and broken by Shame's deadly blight! 
 
 120 "The Old, Old Story." 
 
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 All blame to a World that believes in a "sin;" 
 Must tear with its vulturous talons and beak 
 
 The heart a great love was permitted to win, 
 And brand as a "crime" what is Nature to seek! 
 
 A child reared by strangers, perhaps left to die; — 
 
 At best, made to wander the path of a lie, 
 
 A pain in his heart, a tear in his eye, 
 
 A "bastard" and nameless, in pity passed by! 
 
 All blame to the rulers and teachers of men 
 Who witness a horror in Beauty and Youth; 
 
 Who make of this World a harpies' foul den 
 Because of their selfish denial of Truth! 
 
 It is not a sin to love and to give: 
 No more is it wrong in Love's Light to live; 
 The worst of all errors is not to forgive. 
 And not to accept what is good to receive! 
 
 When men speak of Love as a thing to be bound 
 They heed not the meaning of what they express: 
 
 Thru giving of Gladness is Love's Treasure found, 
 And not in the teaching of "shame" and disgrace! 
 
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 /jtreat One of Being, Thou Who Walkest with me 
 
 In the midst of men, and Who Openest mine eyes 
 To the errors and the waywardnesses, 
 The vanities and the follies 
 
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 Of the unseeing and the deaf: 
 
 Great Magician of the Ages, 
 
 Before the Touch of Whose Magic Wand 
 
 Are translated into Wonders and Beauties 
 
 The forms and figures which do depict 
 
 Thy Purpose, and in whose likeness 
 
 Thy Tho't is translated, 
 
 Again I call to Thee 
 
 That Thou shalt weave for me a New Incantation; 
 
 That Thou mayest give unto me a New Spell, 
 
 Out of which I can evolve a New Song of Praise 
 
 To Thee, Whose Glory Endureth Forever! 
 
 Great Force of All, vibrating 
 
 Thruout my single personality; 
 
 Permeating, 
 
 Including All the Universe of Things 
 
 Visible and unseen; 
 
 Thou Who Dost Breathe upon my brow 
 
 A blessing and a benefaction; 
 
 Who Art in the ether and the air, 
 
 The wind and the rain, the sea and the land, 
 
 Whose Mighty Hand boldest within Its Grasp 
 
 The Cycles of the Firmaments, 
 
 Let Thy Longing light my highest 
 
 And my lowliest meditation. 
 
 So that I shall see myself as I am 
 
 And so my face may shine before the eyes of men 
 
 With the Beams of Thine Own Radiance, 
 
 That thus they shall be led 
 
 To the Tables on which Thy Repast, 
 
 Great Tho't, is spread. 
 
 And which Thou hast declared Free 
 
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ONE INITIATION 
 
 To whomsoever wills to feast with Thee! 
 
 Sublime Principle of Life, 
 
 When my vision is uplifted 
 
 And my tho't cometh into contact 
 
 With the Tho't of Thee, 
 
 The Secrets of the Eternal 
 
 Stand revealed in all their Harmony — 
 
 In all the Wonder and the Glory of their Majesty: 
 
 Then upon my separate mind 
 
 Is flashed the Image of Thy Meaning: 
 
 Then the perception cometh unto me 
 
 That all things live and move in Thee; 
 
 That in Thee they abide, and out of Thee 
 
 Cometh the knowledge and the vision 
 
 No thing is there which liveth not, 
 
 Moveth not, hath being not — — in Thee! 
 
 Thou Who Searchest the hearts and intellects; 
 
 Who Forever Governest and Guidest 
 
 The Workings of Thine Own Sure Will 
 
 Thru the channels of men's brains, 
 
 Thou hast shown unto mine eyes a Stone, 
 
 Which, before, I deemed inanimate and unintelligent, 
 
 But which, touched by Thy Breath, 
 
 Did swell and grow and burst asunder: 
 
 Then I beheld a New Truth,— 
 
 That the Rock had Life, and was imbued 
 
 With the Consciousness of Thee: 
 
 By the Impulse of Thy Tho't its form was changed,— 
 
 Its figure moulded by the Magic of Thy Will! 
 
 The Ground doth swell and heave and toss, 
 
 And moving, lives, 
 
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 Touched by the Tho't and Consciousness 
 
 Of Thy Presence, Infinite, Divine! 
 
 Low bow their tossing heads the Forest Kings, 
 
 In salutation and in worship, 
 
 Before the Utterance of Thy Mandates: 
 
 In joyousness of Life and Motion 
 
 All Nature cries aloud, for all things live, 
 
 And are the Consciousness of Thee! 
 
 Thou Art the Furnace Heat 
 
 That doth Creation's Essence blend: 
 
 Thou Art the Forge at Which all things are shaped. 
 
 For Thou Art Heat and Light and Energy, 
 
 And these are living, conscious, moving Force: 
 
 Then Thou Art Supremest Force, 
 
 Vibration Most Intense: 
 
 All Consciousness and Tho't are One; 
 
 Vibration and Tho't are One; 
 
 Intelligence and Tho't are One: 
 
 Thou Art the Universe and Thou Art Man! 
 
 Then all forms Vibration are; 
 
 Intelligence are they, 
 
 And all are Conscious Tho't: 
 
 Thus there is no thing that thinkest not 
 
 Or which unconscious is! 
 
 Thus Thou hast clearly shown to me 
 
 That Greatest Force, 
 
 The Most Terrific Energy 
 
 Is that which to my human eye 
 
 Doth not appear, 
 
 While That Which Hath 
 
 The Highest Consciousness, Intelligence — 
 
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ONE INITIATION 
 
 The Greatest, Master Tho't,— 
 
 Must be those Powers and those Shapes 
 
 Which to my senses are not bro't 
 
 And which to me, before, were not; 
 
 Thus Cometh intimation, now, 
 
 Thou Art the Atmosphere 
 
 And knoweth me as I know not; 
 
 Thou Art the living, moving, thinking Sea, 
 
 And feelest me and lovest me 
 
 Whene'er I plunge into the surf; 
 
 While as my body subtler is 
 
 Than the Waters are. 
 
 Of higher form of Thee am I 
 
 Than the Ocean Waves: 
 
 Thus as my frame more substance is 
 
 Than the Air I breathe, 
 
 So am I less conscious than 
 
 The Winds that touch and kiss my brow, 
 
 Whispering encouragement and a promise fair 
 
 That I shall become as free as even Thou Art Free, 
 
 Evolving from this present form 
 
 More conscious of those Highest Tho'ts 
 
 Which come from out the Very Soul 
 
 And Greatest Tho't of Thee, 
 
 E'en as less material my earthly senses are 
 
 And conscious, more intelligent 
 
 Than tree and plant and stone! 
 
 In Truth, Thou Art in all the ways 
 And walks and forms of Life, 
 For Thou Art Life, and I am Life, 
 And thus am only Thee: 
 A "Cloud of Witnesses" surround, 
 
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 Separate, yet merged in One, 
 
 In each a Conscious Tho't 
 
 And part and One with Thee, 
 
 Who Art the Very All! 
 
 My body is my tho't 
 
 And all the World is Energy — 
 
 All Energy but form of that 
 
 Which is the Force of Me, 
 
 My Purpose, Aim and End: — 
 
 Man's Highest Destiny, — 
 
 All-Consciousness of Hope and Love, 
 
 Of Truth and Purity, 
 
 And thus the Sum of All That Was 
 
 And All That E'er Shall Be! 
 
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 2garke:-i now, My Pupil, 
 
 "? Unto the Word of Truth, 
 
 Enunciated and proclaimed 
 
 From out the Master Mind, 
 
 Who hath gathered up the Treasures 
 
 Of the Archangels Free, — 
 
 Those Bright Rays of Purest Light, 
 
 Piercing thru the brain of Man 
 
 And making Day his darkest Night; 
 
 On Paths of Sunset Radiance 
 
 The Bright Ones come to Earth 
 
 To scatter Love and Power 
 
 Wherever Hope hath birth! 
 
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 The words of Man are futile 
 To tell one part of Tho't: 
 Whatever seems to go from Self 
 Is back to Conscious Knowledge bro't 
 By that same Force which sent it forth: 
 Within Thy Mind all things are formed; 
 Within Thy Tho't all Truth must bide, 
 While from Thy Destiny and Life 
 Thou never canst escape nor hide! 
 
 Thou findest in the Way of Truth 
 That Body, Mind and Tho't are one: 
 That Tho't is All and Ev'ry where; 
 Shall know no end, nor hath begun; 
 Impinges on thy frame of flesh 
 From ev'ry hand, above, below, 
 By day, by night, where canst thou go. 
 Upon the Steel thou placed thine hand, 
 And then didst feel of Velvet Band, 
 To question me why different 
 Impressions (tho'ts) came to thy mind, 
 And why sensations varying 
 Thy finger-tips should in them find. 
 
 Then thou didst learn a lesson fair, 
 Didst pluck a blossom sweet and rare 
 BYom out the garden-growth of Love, 
 For then perception came to thee 
 Thou sens'deth not the metal rough. 
 But that Thy pulsing Waves of Tho't, 
 All-vibrant with High Destiny, 
 Had caught the message of the Steel, 
 Vibrating Tho't of lower pitch; 
 
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 Had heard vibrating atoms in 
 
 The goods on which thine hand had lain. 
 
 Thou seest in thy path a form 
 
 And thinkest it material, 
 
 Yet it is but a Wave of Light, 
 
 Crossing, inter-lacing with 
 
 What is Thy Self, another Wave. 
 
 Vibrations from the Infinite 
 
 Are Color, Heat and Sound, and Force; 
 
 Vibrations, too, Material, 
 
 Substance, Form, and Earth and Air: 
 
 Vibrating Life and Tho't are Pow'r, 
 
 And Power, Energy and Might 
 
 Are Throbs Electric, Pulsing Light, 
 
 Emotions tender, Purpose right! 
 
 Great Son of Earth, men's words are weak 
 
 To tell thee all I fain would speak, 
 
 For "energy" and "force" and "might," 
 
 And ' 'love' ' and ' 'truth' ' and ' 'hope' ' and ' 'right" 
 
 And "mind" and "tho'f'and "consciousness" 
 
 Seem varying, tho they express 
 
 The same Great, Throbbing, Vital Tho't: 
 
 If Force and Substance Movement be; 
 
 All Being, Purpose, Destiny, ' ' 
 
 No more than pulsing Waves of Force; 
 
 All Force and Motion, Energy, 
 
 Then Matter, Substance, Form and all 
 
 Are Movement, Light, Electric Streams: 
 
 Then all thy tho't is but One Tho't; 
 
 Then ev'ry form is but One Form; 
 
 Then all thy motive but One Law, 
 
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 While ev'ry Ray of Truth that beams 
 Athwart thy World of Mind but seems 
 The Breath of OM, the Infinite! 
 
 Within the compass of thy Mind — 
 
 That mind which thou ivithin must find — 
 
 That Soul which thou most truly art, 
 
 From Whence there nought escapes nor flies — 
 
 Are all these tho'ts and all these words: 
 
 Thus in thy tho't of Might Supreme 
 
 All pain and sorrow count a dream, 
 
 While in gigantic strength and love 
 
 Thou riseth in thy pow'r above 
 
 The littleness of Lower Sense: 
 
 Thy Motive, then, the Force Intense 
 
 That gaveth birth to Worlds and Sun 
 
 And started Sands of Time to run! 
 
 Thy Master Tho't is Purity; 
 
 Thy Perfect Soul is Destiny, — 
 
 The End of Time, Eternity,— 
 
 Thy Highest Good, the simple "Me" 
 
 That thou within Thyself shalt see 
 
 When thou art willing to perceive, 
 
 When thou art grateful to receive 
 
 And canst but know, and not "believe!" 
 
 Thy "knowledge" seemeth but one truth: — 
 
 The Truth of Being, which, in sooth, 
 
 Is all the Truth thou may est know! 
 
 All Indestructible is Force: 
 E'en tho its evidence be changed 
 All Energy fore'er remains 
 In Essence pure, unaltered, true, 
 
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 No whit diminished nor increased: 
 So if thy tho't be Energy; 
 The Purpose of thy earthly state 
 Thy Motive-Soul and Destiny; 
 If thy True Self be nought but Soul, 
 Then thou, Thyself, art Energy, 
 Immortal, Perfect Purity! 
 Untouched by stain or sense of sin; 
 Unmoved by sickness nor by pain, 
 Thru seeming death Life must remain 
 Thy Secret Source, Divinity — 
 If Life be Movement, Energy. 
 
 Fear not, My Son, to take thy way 
 Along the Paths of Higher Tho't, 
 For thou, again I state, art nought 
 But swift vibration from the Source 
 Of Supreme Energy and Force, 
 While if these be but Throbs of Good, 
 If all thy tho't be pure and true. 
 Thus dost thou come attuned to them, 
 And they, vibrating thru and thru 
 The mortal frame that men call "you'\ 
 Do bring at-one-ment with thy mind: 
 At One with Universal Might, 
 Thy tho't illumined by the Light 
 Pulsated from the Central Sun, 
 Thy Being is at One with All, 
 While out of Thy Own Self is none 
 That holdeth Form or Life or Hope, 
 For if with All thou true art One, 
 Then Thou wert All since All Had Scope! 
 
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ONE INITIATION 
 
 The Test of Reason Fair may not 
 Escape the sequence of thy tho't: 
 Thou sayest that thou "sendest out" 
 A wave of feeling or of love: 
 Perceive this truth, Beloved Child 
 (In mirth, again, hath Nature smiled) : 
 Thou sayest what thou "sendest forth" 
 Returneth to thyself increased: 
 / say Thou sendest not at all: 
 Thy tho't remains within thy Soul: 
 Thy "Soul, " or Motive or Intent, 
 Embracest All the Universe 
 In Consciousness of Life and Stress, 
 While nothing leaves nor shall return 
 Beyond the Universal Bourne! 
 
 Thy only Motive, then. Mine Own, 
 
 Must be to make thy tho't at One 
 
 With the Tho't of Holy Om! 
 
 Strive not within thyself to rule. 
 
 But open wide thy Gates of Love 
 
 To the Indwelling of the Truth. 
 
 Thy "Soul" is but thy Highest Will, 
 
 Which thou canst hold or, seeking, find 
 
 Within the compass of Thy Self: 
 
 Rest, then, in peace, in gratefulness, 
 
 In Waves of Purest Happiness, 
 
 With the Assurance of the Best 
 
 That lieth in Good's Universe, 
 
 Included, thus, within Thy Soul, 
 
 Which thou hast learned comprisest All! 
 
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 A ^0tt9 at purpoB?. 
 
 nihink, Oh, My Brother, lest Spirit die! 
 
 Think of what Motive must in you lie: 
 Think of Harmony, Love and Peace: 
 Think of the Joy of Love's Increase! 
 
 Hold in your view Your Purpose High: 
 Hold to those Tho'ts which the Infinite try: 
 Hold to the Guidance of Spirits Blest: 
 Hold to that Virtue which shuns not the Test! 
 
 Fear not the Clasp of the Spirit Hand: 
 Fear not to walk by the Will's Command: 
 Fear not the Love of the Kind and True: 
 Fear only that which is /ear to you! 
 
 For "Spirit" is Tho't and Purpose Right; 
 For "Soul" is Motive, Life's Great Arc-Light; 
 For Life is all Purpose and Motive Pure, 
 And Motive and Purpose for Aye endure! 
 
 Sweet Love is the purpose of being all: 
 Bright Angels from out of the Highest call 
 And beckon to men on Tho't of "Might" 
 To fly from their anguish and loathsome Night! 
 
 / cry to the Purpose and Motive Force 
 
 That guides the Vast Suns in their steady course 
 
 To be the Motive and Soul of Me, 
 
 My Purpose and Ultimate Destiny 
 
 Rest in the Tho't of the Trinity, — 
 Motive, Purpose and Destiny, 
 "Holy Spirit, Father and Son," 
 The Infinite All and Eternal ONE! 
 
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 Good Tho'ts are the Angels who speak to me 
 Out of the Realms of Divinity; 
 Great Motives are Spirits Pure and Fair, 
 Freeing my mind from Doubt and Care. 
 
 Open Your Life to the Tho't of Love, 
 Bro't 'neath the Wings of the Carrier Dove 
 Into a Dwelling where Harmony 
 Sings the Sweet Song of the All to Be! 
 
 Give of your store of worldly wealth: 
 Give of your glory of Youth and Health: 
 Love, for the sake of Love, alone. 
 The Love of the Best to Man made known! 
 
 E'en thus with Love shall your Cup run o'er. 
 While Peace and Plenty untho't before 
 Shall walk with you thru all your days. 
 Thru the Valley of Death, to Eternal Ways! 
 
 ,jjl|Jen speak to me of "Law,** 
 
 And I laugh at their folly — 
 More laws men make. 
 More laws men break — 
 Yet 1 must perceive that there is One Law, 
 Which is the Law of Being 
 And the Law of Life; 
 Which comprises and includes all laws; 
 A Law in Which are contained 
 All motives, all purposes, all destinies: 
 When wrapped in contemplation 
 Of the Universal Scope 
 
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 Of This One Great Principle; 
 
 When touched by the Power 
 
 Of Its All-Controlling Might, 
 
 All human laws fade into nothingness 
 
 And disappear 
 
 Into the vanity of their creation! 
 
 In the Beauty and the Excellence 
 Of the All-Soul, 
 It has been permitted that I, 
 Who have written down the Words 
 Of the High Tho't, 
 Shall have been enlightened 
 In the perception 
 
 That the Body of Man is the Child 
 And perfect creation 
 Of Man's Mind- 
 In the image made and of the materials 
 Of Man's Imaginings. 
 If it be true that Body 
 Is come forth from 
 And created out of Mind, 
 Then Reason says to me 
 That one are Mind and Body: 
 If in all things they are but one, 
 Then Body is all Mind. 
 
 Further I do perceive, 
 
 And here I must submit. 
 
 That Mind comes forth from 
 
 And is created in the form 
 
 And out of the substance of Tho't — 
 
 That of Tho'ts Substance, 
 
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 In Tho't's Form, 
 Is created and made 
 Whatever is of Mind: 
 Then Reason tells me true 
 That Mind and Tho't are one: 
 If thus they are but One, 
 Mind can be nought save Tho't. 
 
 Higher, now, 
 
 Upon Tho't's Motive I would fly, 
 
 Until I have perceived 
 
 That out of Motive Pure, 
 
 Or that which Man calls "Soul," 
 
 Is created Tho't, 
 
 And in its image fair. 
 
 All of its substance made 
 
 And in its perfect form: 
 
 If Tho't and Motive, then, 
 
 Or what Man terms his "Soul," 
 
 Are of one substance, essence, mould, 
 
 In Reason I conclude 
 
 That Motive Force and tho't 
 
 Are one, and Aye the same; 
 
 That Body, Mind and Tho't 
 
 Are purely Motive Force, 
 
 And nothing more nor less. 
 
 A 11 freed from earthly chains, 
 
 From selfish purpose clear, 
 
 And rising higher still 
 
 Upon this Motive Tho't, 
 
 I see another Dawn 
 
 Break thru the Clouds of Mind:— 
 
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 That Purpose, Soul and Motive Pure 
 
 Were ever One! 
 
 What, then, is Motive Force 
 
 But Tho't and Soul and Form? 
 
 Tell what are all of these 
 
 But Energy and Pow'r? 
 
 Whatever more is Power 
 
 Than Vibrating Heat and Light, 
 
 Form and Color, Taste and Smell? 
 
 If vibrating is all Life, 
 
 All Form, all Sense, 
 
 All Sense and Form and Life 
 
 Vibrations truly are. 
 
 And all Electric Energy, 
 
 All Light and Heat and Pow'r 
 
 Are but the Same Great Motive Force, 
 
 In different words expressed, 
 
 Or of a diff'rent Rate of Tense. 
 
 Comes again the tho't: 
 
 All Motive Force, or Energy, 
 
 Is but Purpose, Soul — 
 
 All Resistless, Overwhelming Might! 
 
 In Pure Vibration, Tho't Pulsation, 
 
 No sickness, pain nor sin abide. 
 
 While Higher Rates of Actuation 
 
 Are greater happiness, 
 
 Are larger health, intelligence, 
 
 Are Purity and all those Hopes 
 
 In which Man places greatest trust. 
 
 To sense of these, the Nobler States. 
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 Man's Consciousness may leap, 
 If so he wills! 
 
 If Tho't be purely Purpose True; 
 If Purpose True but Energy; 
 If Energy and Motive-Force 
 And vibrating atoms, one, 
 Then in Tho't of Highest Form, 
 Of Greatest Force, Sublimest Soul, 
 Upon that Tho't's Vibration come 
 Into Man's Life those very things 
 He in his Mind's Objective holds. 
 
 Now speaks out Reason's Voice again, 
 
 To say to me that ALL IS ALL, 
 
 And All, Vibrating Force or Tho't, 
 
 Or Energy, or Form or Mind! 
 
 If Man be Mind; if Mind be Tho't; 
 
 If Tho't be Motive; Motive, Force, 
 
 Then Man is Force, and nothing more: 
 
 That which Man's Mind but once creates 
 
 Is out of Purest Motive made. 
 
 And must come forth in form and shape 
 
 As generated in his Tho't! 
 
 Thus all Creative Power is Man's 
 
 When once from Doubt his Mind is freed: 
 
 All-Controlling Truth and Love, 
 
 All health, all wealth, all strength and might 
 
 Existing in the Universe, his own. 
 
 If only he will claim his Right! 
 
 If Man be Motive, Purpose, Force, 
 
 And these Vibration, Universe, 
 
 Then Man is Universe and All 
 
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 And What He Is is His, indeed! 
 
 Man's words are seas that rise and wane; 
 
 That ebbing, rise to fall again. 
 
 While all his words but spell to me 
 
 The Secret of His Destiny 
 
 And Purpose in the Deity! 
 
 No "god" Man knows more great than He, — 
 
 No higher Law than Energy 
 
 Pervading All Infinity: 
 
 His only duty on this Sphere 
 
 Must be to hold the Highest Tho't, 
 
 Thus to vibrate in tune with Might, 
 
 With Love Supreme and Clearest Light; 
 
 Thus to become a Power here 
 
 Untouched by stain or sense of fear, 
 
 For these are notes of discord rife 
 
 Within his Purpose, Mind and Life! 
 
 Man knotvs one thing: Just that He IS, 
 
 Yet what he knows is surely His, 
 
 While if To Be is Might Supreme, 
 
 Beyond his wildest hope or dream. 
 
 Then just To Be is all he needs; 
 
 Then thus To Be all longing feeds 
 
 And satisfies Desire's care 
 
 In ev'ry phase and ev'ry-where! 
 
 Thus Man the little, Man the Great, 
 
 Needs not Man's law nor e'en Man's State 
 
 To rise to highest Peak of Fate: 
 
 Need only do that which he sees 
 
 To be aright, nor on his knees 
 
 To pray for mercy or for grace 
 
 From Man-made laws or Man-made "god:" 
 
 138 Vibrations of Infinity. 
 
ONE INITIATION 
 
 Nor can he be "inspired" of aught 
 
 Save what is highest pitch of tho't, 
 
 For "spirit," "soul" and "tho't" are One, 
 
 And Purpose, all, since Days have run! 
 
 I need no Man's authority 
 
 To write these Words which come to me 
 
 From out the Vast Infinity 
 
 Which is My Grandest Tho't, 
 
 And thus, Supremest Force! 
 
 End of Book On e. 
 
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Cosmic Poems. 
 
 The finite Atom infinite that forms thy circle's centre- 
 dot, 
 
 So full-sufficient for itself, for other selves existing not, 
 
 Finds the world mighty as 'tis small; yet must he 
 fought the unequal fray; 
 
 A myriad giants here; and there a pinch of dust, a 
 clod of clay. 
 
 ******* From self-approval seek applause: What ken 
 not men thou kennest, thou! 
 
 Spurn ev'ry idol others raise: Before thine own Ideal 
 bow; 
 
 Be thine own Deus: Make self free, liberal as the cir- 
 cling air: 
 
 Thy Thought to thee an Empire be; break ev'ry pris- 
 on'ing lock and bar: 
 
 ******* To seek the True, to glad the heart, such is of 
 
 life the HIGHER LA W, 
 Whose diff'rence is the Man's degree, the Man of Gold, 
 
 the Man of Straw. 
 See not that something in Mankind that rouses hate or 
 
 scorn or strife. 
 Better the worm of Izrail than Death that walks in 
 
 form of life. 
 
 {Quotations from 
 
 'The Kasidah of Haji Ahdu El-Texdi.'— 
 Sir Richard Francis Burton.) 
 
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Cosmic Poems* 
 
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 Ql0tt0ttmmatt0n. 
 
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Cosmic Pokms, 
 
 '3m All J0 All. aniJ Abaolutp." 
 
 142 
 
Hook (Ema, 
 
 I^armott^. 
 
 /jftne there is who has risen up in your City 
 
 Who has been instructed in the High Spirit 
 (Which, to the understanding of simple me, 
 Means in the high purpose and the high end) ; 
 Who has been enhghtened in the light 
 Of her most loving, purest tho't. 
 And who has established a school 
 For the communion of all Souls: 
 Unto her name 
 And to the luster of her fame 
 I would inscribe these lines, 
 For I perceive 
 
 That she has made her being pure 
 With the tho't of Purity; 
 That she has been baptized 
 In the Baptism of the Holy Spirit 
 (Which I apprehend is the Whole Purpose, 
 Unselfish, wise and true). 
 The Greatest of this Earth have been, 
 Thru all the Ages past. 
 The kindest, most unselfish of all men, 
 Wherefore I must admit 
 This lady truly great, 
 
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 In truth, unselfish, loving, kind, 
 And would to her extend 
 What praise is her desert. 
 
 Firm in this Purpose to which I my life devote, 
 
 I would seek long and from my tho't bring out 
 
 The answers to all problems that my mind beset: 
 
 She of whom I speak has never given me 
 
 Reason sufficient to enable me to see 
 
 Why she the motive of her life has made 
 
 This one intent. 
 
 Except in public she has said 
 
 That of the "Spirit" 
 
 She in all is gently led; 
 
 That "Spirit" did her mind inspire 
 
 And fill it with the sweet desire 
 
 To be of benefit to Man; 
 
 To that great end would men unite 
 
 On certain dates, at stated time. 
 
 In one strong tho't of Love and Peace, 
 
 Thus to send forth unto the Race 
 
 A wave of joy and happiness. 
 
 In the aim and end of Highest Destiny 
 
 I fain would look into this tho't and see 
 
 Its actuating principle and law, 
 
 So I may tell to Man, 
 
 In words both bold and plain. 
 
 How works this mighty force 
 
 Within his mind and brain. 
 
 In Racial History, one truth pre-eminent 
 
 Must seem to stand: 
 
 Thru education, superstition, 
 
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 Or thru fear of loss and death, 
 
 Men have been cowed by other men, 
 
 Or ruled and governed by the might 
 
 And force of higher intellect. 
 
 Of greater strength of numbers 
 
 Or of weight: 
 
 Great Truths have often been disclosed, 
 
 And oft have been revealed in part 
 
 Till Man, amazed, his reason dazed 
 
 By some vast evidence of force, 
 
 Has bowed and worshipped at a shrine 
 
 Of Mystery 
 
 That Reason's Law would swift define 
 
 As Pure Simplicity: 
 
 Yet Happiness is Liberty; 
 
 In bondage nought save misery, 
 
 Or sickness, pain and bitter death. 
 
 While he whose tho't is wholly free. 
 
 Who seeks no more than greater grovi^th 
 
 And larger knowledge of the Truth 
 
 Escapes all these: And why? 
 
 In tho't, to Nature let us go 
 
 And question her, that she may show 
 
 Us Why: 
 
 Upon an harp I smite a string 
 
 Till clear and pure there forth shall ring 
 
 A silver note: 
 
 Again I strike the yielding wire 
 
 While to my hand my harp replies 
 
 In words of mellow, golden fire 
 
 But sounding out a diff 'rent note: 
 
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 Again I touch the instrument, 
 
 But now I strike in harmony 
 
 Both strings my former efforts bent, 
 
 And of the union of the two 
 
 There comes another, varied tone 
 
 Than by the single notes made l^nown, 
 
 And purer, stronger than were they: 
 
 Now building on my double tone. 
 
 Upon my twain I add a third 
 
 And higher note, until a chord 
 
 From out the silver strings 
 
 Has risen up. 
 
 And singleness and harmony 
 
 My music speaks, 
 
 A perfect "One in Three:" 
 
 Upon my chord at last I build 
 
 A fourth and other note; 
 
 An octave answers to my call 
 
 And comes my mind attuned until, 
 
 From tho't reverberated, 
 
 My Life is into Sound translated 
 
 Of pulsing Harmony, 
 
 While waves of joy and happiness 
 
 Sweep over body, mind and Soul! 
 
 This end, from Music, to attain, 
 
 I must preserve the single key 
 
 My first note gave. 
 
 Nor may disdain 
 
 The Rule of Melody, 
 
 For when to other key I move 
 
 1 lose the tho't of Hope and Love, 
 
 While in the crash of Discord's strife 
 
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 A shudder creeps across my Life, 
 And sick and hateful j?rows the mind 
 Which theretofore was well and kind! 
 
 Into a noble edifice 
 
 One day 1 strayed, 
 
 And stood within its portals wide: 
 
 An or^an touched by mast(;r-hand 
 
 Sent forth its tones from vault o'er-head: 
 
 The multi-throated instrument 
 
 On work of Worlds seemed all-intent: 
 
 Vast Ocean-floods of Melody 
 
 Not only shook the Soul of Me, 
 
 And made my breath to come and ^o 
 
 Upon the rythmic ebb and flow 
 
 Of Symphony, 
 
 Rut stirred the building- to the j^round 
 
 With mi^^ht of all-pervading Sound! 
 
 What Mystery does Sound contain 
 To shake Man's body and his brain; 
 E'en thus to cause the wood and stone 
 To cringe and tremble, laugh and moan? 
 
 Now to the Realm of Chemistry 
 I take this tho't of Destiny 
 And wond'rous Life: 
 An acid pour I in a glass; 
 Within the liquid then I place 
 A piece of common wood; — 
 Why does the fluid burn and char 
 The fiber of the pine, 
 Yet on the glass leave ne'er a scar 
 Nor scarce a stain? 
 
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 Why does electric force refuse 
 
 To penetrate a certain phase 
 
 Of mineral 
 
 That waves of light 
 
 Can overcome without abate? 
 
 Why do some colors please the sense. 
 
 While some revolt? 
 
 Why scalds my hand a certain heat 
 
 In water held? 
 
 How does Chamelion change his hue 
 
 His state to meet? 
 
 What is the "Law of Gravitation"? 
 
 What is the Actuating Force 
 
 That Permeates All's Universe? 
 
 With what Great Word can I describe 
 
 That Mighty Power 
 
 Else with that Wond'rous Word, 
 
 VIBRATION? 
 
 To Science I have cried in vain, 
 For back to me, in stern disdain, 
 She makes reply: 
 "These things are so. 
 Ask me not Why!" 
 
 So now again to Music's Temple 
 I must turn, 
 
 To listen to her word profound, 
 And there to learn. 
 
 Did you not hear the waves of sound 
 148 Harmony. 
 
TWO CONSUMMATION 
 
 Gush from the Organ's throat? 
 
 Did you not notice when a note 
 
 Discordant, false, by accident 
 
 The player struck, 
 
 How all the waves went dead and fell; 
 
 How mind and body, listening, 
 
 Were shocked and angered by the ring 
 
 Of falsity; 
 
 How e'en the building seemed amazed, 
 
 And Silence reigned, and Death? 
 
 Thus Harmony is Life; 
 
 All Life is Energy; 
 
 All Energy is Force,— 
 
 All Force, Vibrating Electrons, 
 
 While what is all-vibrating 
 
 Must be pure Vibration! 
 
 That which vibrates in equal waves 
 
 Must sympathize, 
 
 Must fuse and blend, and must attract: 
 
 What throbs to other Primal Key 
 
 Cannot affinitize. 
 
 And but repels; cannot unite 
 
 In Couplet, Chord, or Octave's note: 
 
 The atoms vibrate in the oil 
 
 To other Key than water held, 
 
 And thus they must remain apart. 
 
 Electric Force cannot pass thru 
 
 The pane of glass, 
 
 For in the Law of Pure Vibration 
 
 They will not harmonize 
 
 Because of diverse Scale. 
 
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 The greater volume of the sound 
 
 Drowns out the minor strain; 
 
 Thus must the waves of Earth's Refrain 
 
 Absorb the lesser notes, 
 
 As must the Octave overcome 
 
 The Couplet and the Chord. 
 
 Discord is Death, 
 
 While Harmony is Life Supreme, 
 
 Is purest tho't and neatest love, 
 
 Is happiness beyond the dream 
 
 Of little Man! 
 
 All highest light of Inspiration 
 
 Comes from highest Tho't Vibration, 
 
 In Harmony. 
 
 Within the Tho't of Universe 
 
 There lies the Mighty Consciousness 
 
 Of All, 
 
 And in the volume and the force 
 
 Sent out into Infinity 
 
 Upon Tho't's Wave, 
 
 All lesser notes are swallowed up 
 
 And bro't to Harmony. 
 
 Man's Mind may hold the Master-Key, 
 
 If so he wills, 
 
 For mind and action echo back. 
 
 Reverberate the Motive Note 
 
 Of Man's Own Will. 
 
 If he would know the secret tho't 
 
 Of any form or any thing. 
 
 All he needs is but to hold 
 
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TWO CONSUMMATION 
 
 Its image in his mind 
 
 And then to listen for the Key 
 
 The Strings of Life make answer to 
 
 And echo back: 
 
 Soon must he be 
 
 Enlightened in the mystery 
 
 Of all he loves, if then he will 
 
 But harmonize his mental state 
 
 With what he seeks to know, 
 
 For unto him it shall relate 
 
 Its story fair. 
 
 In Peace is Harmony; 
 
 In Love is Symphony, 
 
 Conveying sense of ecstacy 
 
 And bliss supreme! 
 
 The Key-Note, then, of Happiness 
 
 This Lady gives to Man, 
 
 For when he holds the tho't she gives 
 
 His being vibrates all in tune 
 
 To Waves of Good, 
 
 While streams of over-whelming pow'r 
 
 Sweep thru his Evidence of Life, 
 
 To still the notes of Hate and Strife 
 
 So Health and Strength in him again 
 
 Make answer to the glad refrain 
 
 Of Unselfish Love, 
 
 All Love is Harmony: 
 Pure Harmony's the Mighty Force 
 That shakes the Dome of Universe, 
 That fuses metals, earth and air, 
 And re-creates to image fair 
 
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 Discordant notes and ugly forms, 
 
 While this great Law of Harmony 
 
 Brings Man to sense of Unity 
 
 With Deity; 
 
 Awakes in him Divinity 
 
 And perfect grace! 
 
 That which is founded not 
 
 Upon the Good of All 
 
 Must in the end disclose 
 
 False Discord's note, 
 
 And e'en must fall: 
 
 Thus must all governments 
 
 And churches fall. 
 
 When Truth and Love shall reign supreme 
 
 And over all! 
 
 The swelling burst of Harmony 
 
 Contained in Universal Love 
 
 Must swallow up all lesser notes. 
 
 While ev'ry love of less than All 
 
 Can end in nought save misery, 
 
 Tho Man 
 
 May often have pronounced it Good: 
 
 Yet out of his unhappiness 
 
 He shall awake 
 
 In time to see the Perfect Dawn, 
 
 While more intense his agony 
 
 The more supreme his ecstacy. 
 
 So I would pray (if prayer were mine) 
 
 For loss and pain and bitter wrong, 
 
 Or utter Death; 
 
 I would submit my frame 
 
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TWO CONSUMMATION 
 
 To torture of the flame ; 
 
 Full freely I would give myself 
 
 To ignomy and shame 
 
 If thus thru suffering I could 
 
 To harvest bring this Greatest Good, 
 
 And reap All-Harmony! 
 
 This one great lesson follows me 
 
 Where'er I go; — 
 
 This Tho't my mind must close-pursue 
 
 In all I do: 
 
 That ALL IS ALL! 
 
 This Life of Mine 's 
 
 The Poem I would write; 
 
 Man's own trtie life and my true life 
 
 Are all One Life; 
 
 Thus / must live in you; 
 
 Thus / must move in you; 
 
 Thus / must being have in you 
 
 In far more ways 
 
 Than ever you have tho't! 
 
 What man is there 
 Whose hand I may not take — 
 What criminal so low but he is Man? 
 I, too, am Man, 
 And if we both are Man 
 Then we are One: 
 
 Then true am / no better than is he. 
 Then true is he no worse than you 
 That he has stolen, raped or falsely sworn. 
 Or e'en has shed 
 His fellow's blood! 
 
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 Does not your Governor do this? 
 
 Do not the Kings and Presidents do this? 
 
 Then why, 
 
 Because some men proclaim him false, 
 
 Shall I declare him not all true? 
 
 So him I bless and go my way; 
 
 Now I pronounce his being pure 
 
 And sweet as morning air, 
 
 For brightest light and purity 
 
 And sweetness dwell in him. 
 
 Will he but see: 
 
 For unto him sing Nightingale, 
 
 The Mocking-bird and Lark; 
 
 Music 
 
 Beatific 
 
 Around Mm swells, will he but hear! 
 
 A Mighty Song of Glory fill my All 
 
 When on Man I look; 
 
 Most high Vibrations fill my Soul, 
 
 When of him I think, 
 
 For Man is All, and All is Man, 
 
 If he will only understand! 
 
 My Life o'er-flows with gladness 
 
 And with praise of Good, 
 
 For All is Good! 
 
 Tho I fain might hold my hand 
 
 And write a lesser song. 
 
 The Great Pulsation of the Universe 
 
 Around me rolls, 
 
 My mind enfolds, 
 
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TWO CONSUMMATION 
 
 Till swings my rhyme in tune! 
 
 True Liberty is Harmony, 
 True Happiness the Symphony 
 Of Love and Life: 
 All Purity and Power reign 
 Within this World of Mine; 
 Resentful tho'ts have gone, 
 To nevermore return, 
 And all is well! 
 
 Who would not be a Poem or a Song, 
 Or an Anthem's wond'rous strain, 
 When thus to be is Happiness, 
 Is Freedom's Might and Sweetest Bliss? 
 
 Irradiating Waves of Love 
 
 From out me gush, 
 
 While all I give 
 
 Comes back to me in mighty rush 
 
 Of Holy Love! 
 
 / cannot give at all. 
 
 But seem to give, 
 
 But I my Soul may all attune 
 
 To throbs of highest tho't-pulsation, 
 
 To Purest Keys of Inspiration, 
 
 If so I will, and All is Mine! 
 
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 [hat pity 't is Man will refuse 
 To see within himself 
 What he really Is, 
 And realizing Might Sublime 
 Within him lies, 
 Which at his will 
 Awaits his call, 
 Shall cease his murmers, still his sighs, 
 To blame no more the Universe 
 For the evil and the curse 
 Upon his days! 
 
 Good is my All, for All is Good: 
 
 If more than Goodness is your "God/' 
 
 Then none of him will I 
 And swift his being must destroy! 
 Well is my All: 
 If this your "God" 
 Be more than Well, 
 With angry rod 
 I scourge him from my sight — 
 Would from his presence' blight 
 Withdraw my will. 
 For that which seems as more than well 
 Cannot be Health, nor may I tell 
 (Outside of men's imagined "hell,") 
 Of that which can be good, 
 And more than Good! 
 
 Great is my All: 
 If more than Might 
 
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 Your **God" may be, from his estate 
 
 I cast him out, 
 For more than Greatness is not strong, 
 While Strength and Force of Universe 
 
 Are in my All! 
 
 My Altitude is Light, 
 Where Darkness must not mar 
 A loving tho't, nor dim a star. 
 While if your "God" be more than Light 
 His being cannot seem so bright 
 
 As is my All, 
 Thus shall his nearness but affright, — 
 Therefore, I pray you, spurn him out 
 And will his fall! 
 
 Then if your "God" than Truth be more, 
 
 He is not true 
 
 To aught of you. 
 So from your mind I would implore 
 You make his image disappear 
 
 To come no more! 
 
 My All is Free: 
 
 No bonds nor chains 
 Of homage nor of mystery 
 
 My world retains: 
 Thus with My All at liberty, 
 I ask no higher destiny 
 
 Than but to grow 
 Within the Tho't the Highest know: 
 So take your slavish gods away: 
 Within my world they must not stay 
 
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 A single day, — 
 For this I see; 
 If more than free 
 Your deity, 
 He is a slave! 
 
 My All is Pure: 
 
 If "God" can be 
 In aught the ynore than Purity, 
 
 I pray you take him hence, 
 Nor make my nostrils long endure 
 
 Such noisesome stench! 
 
 Nor does abide my tho't within 
 
 Such thing as "sin:" 
 If more than Sinlessness your "God" 
 His touch to me can never bless; 
 
 Where he has trod 
 Goes Selfishness and Wrong, 
 
 Walks grim Remorse 
 
 And Sorrow's Curse! 
 
 My Best is Love: 
 
 If more than Love 
 Can be your "God," and does remove 
 
 From Love his tho't. 
 His presence in My World has bro't 
 
 This Soul to nought 
 
 But wickedness. 
 
 Nor e'er the kiss 
 Of noblest Love and highest Bliss! 
 Take far away your idols grim, 
 And in some corner, cold and dim, 
 
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 Bow down and worship as you will, 
 But do not hope my mouth to fill 
 With praises of your choice: 
 My All is where 1 can rejoice 
 In what is Good and Well and Light; 
 
 While Truth and Might 
 
 And Liberty, 
 Sweet Love of All that e'er shall be 
 Must there abide and walk with me. 
 From Care and Doubt my mind to free, 
 From pain and sickness bodily, 
 
 Forevermore! 
 
 My All is Man: 
 
 If more than He 
 
 Your "God" can be 
 Of him I may have none — 
 Most quickly must have done 
 
 With such a one. 
 For I am Man, and am my All, 
 
 My Greatest Soul, 
 My Highest Purpose, Noblest Tho't 
 Or Intent in this earthly state: 
 
 Far greater than 
 
 Your "God" is Man, 
 For this your "God" Man can refuse 
 In anything to recognize; 
 Him can destroy whene'er he choose, 
 Nor in his sure destruction lose 
 
 A worthy prize! 
 
 If Mart than any "god" be more, 
 A Crown of Glory must He Wear 
 
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 Upon His Brow, 
 
 Nor may / bow 
 To god nor Man, for Man am I, 
 And My Own Beauty must descry 
 
 When thus I praise, 
 
 In ev'ry phase, 
 The Monarch of the Earth and Sky, 
 
 Great, Soulful Man: 
 No more my knee shall bend in prayer. 
 
 Nor I declare 
 Allegiance to a thing more fair 
 Than Tho't and Will of Man, 
 
 And that My Own! 
 
 Now fear I not to make it known: — 
 This Purpose which Within has grown 
 
 To fill My All, 
 Thus forming from Itself the Soul 
 And Motive of My Destiny: 
 
 Nor need I care 
 That gross Intolerance 
 And densest Ignorance 
 Shall wish with me to interfere. 
 
 E'en sometimes seek 
 To still my tongue when I would speak. 
 
 For they are not 
 
 Within my tho't, 
 
 Which holds My All! 
 Take, now, your little gods away, — 
 To me they are no more 
 
 Than "children's play:" 
 The Idols set by Lust and Greed 
 To hold Man from his Highest Good 
 
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 Upon this Sphere; 
 The currents of my mind to dam 
 From flowing where 1 truly AM, 
 
 Eternally! 
 
 W 
 
 I 
 
 fow, Oh, Man, 
 
 I would lift up my voice, 
 For unto you I fain would tell 
 A secret fair: 
 How in the tho't of you 
 The worlds rejoice: 
 
 How 'round about you rolls and swells 
 Tremendous Force: 
 How within you there abides 
 The hidden source 
 Of a Wond'rous Universe, 
 V\^hich you refuse to see, 
 Tho in refusal there resides 
 Your grief and pain 
 And all your misery! 
 
 When, Oh, Man, 
 
 I hear your words. 
 
 And watch your vain contentions pass 
 
 Athwart my ways, 
 
 In pity think I of the herds 
 
 That browse upon the herbs and grass 
 
 And, sad, withdraw my gaze, 
 
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 For then, perforce, I see in you 
 
 The motives of the beast, — 
 
 The aspirations of the glutton sloth 
 
 To eat and sleep; 
 
 I see in you the soul of braying ass. 
 
 Who roars and rages 
 
 When the Words of Truth 
 
 Disturb his Peace! 
 
 Still not for this, Oh, Brother Mine, 
 
 Shall I feel aught of rage or fear. 
 
 For in you, too, I see 
 
 That Which You Truly Are; 
 
 E'en tho you strive to be unkind, 
 
 I grasp your mission true, 
 
 For all my being I attune 
 
 Unto your Motive Key, 
 
 Till you have told me of Your All, 
 
 The Story of Your Life 
 
 And of Your Destiny! 
 
 How can I say to you, 
 
 Oh, Man, my real intent; 
 
 How, now, in measure sweet and pure 
 
 From out my instrument, 
 
 (These words) 
 
 Sound forth a song of praise of you 
 
 That shall endure? 
 
 II 
 
 Twelve Motive-Notes in Sound I hear. 
 Each Seven-fold: 
 On this fair motive tho't I rear 
 My Symphony 
 
 162 Progression. 
 
TWO CONSUMMATION 
 
 Of Destiny, 
 
 For all these many notes are pure, — 
 
 In harmony: 
 
 Thus on the Universal Scale 
 
 Twelve Great Key-Notes control 
 
 Eternity, 
 
 Each Seven-fold. 
 
 Of seven stars the Pleiades, 
 
 While seven aspirations fill 
 
 Man's conscious soul: 
 
 Love, peace and knowledge are the three 
 
 That seem to me 
 
 Of highest key; 
 
 Then fame, position, wealth and family. 
 
 In Color is a wond'rous pow'r — 
 
 And seven-fold. 
 
 While Vegetation Science claims 
 
 Must seven hold. 
 
 Six forms of Crystal have been found 
 
 By Man; 
 
 The Seventh Note from out the Scale 
 
 Of Mineral 
 
 Is in the Star-dust and the Skies, 
 
 But on our Earth forgot, 
 
 Tho ever Highest Spirit cries 
 
 To Man to seek and search it out, 
 
 For thus to find the Seventh Form 
 
 Shall be to hold the Magic Charm; 
 
 Shall be to grasp the hidden cure 
 
 Of all the ills Man must endure! 
 
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 The Animals have seven Forms: 
 The lowest of them all the Worms, 
 Then Insect, Fishes, Serpents, Birds, 
 Quadrupeda, quadrumana. 
 Attest the truth of Ancient Words. 
 
 Man's Being, too, has seven sides 
 
 To be portrayed: 
 
 Body, Brains, Emotions, Will, 
 
 Are each by each arrayed, 
 
 While Memory and Reason fill 
 
 His conscious life 
 
 With war and strife, 
 
 Uutil o'er all the Voice of Soul, 
 
 Or Motive Force, 
 
 From out the Silence speaks 
 
 And complements his Universe; 
 
 Thus run the Keys: 
 
 The Crystaline or Mineral, 
 
 And then the Seas; 
 
 Then Gaseous or Aerial; 
 
 Then come the Plant and Animal, 
 
 And then comes Man. 
 
 Man's certain knowledge and his sway 
 
 Seems to these planes confined, nor may 
 
 Arise above his consciousness 
 
 Of things of Earth, 
 
 Unless upon Heat's fervid wings 
 
 Evinced in fever of his frame, 
 
 Or thru the rush of Passion's flame,— 
 
 Perhaps the workings of the Will 
 
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 Or by the pictures Memory fill; 
 Perhaps in answering Reason's call 
 The higher notes pervading All 
 Reverberate 
 From out his Soul; 
 Then must his lesser self vibrate 
 And passive being catch the note 
 Of Highest Purpose Man has known: 
 The Good of All! 
 
 Thus in Man's person is the string 
 
 That echoes back the Spirit Ring 
 
 Of Nature's Voice: 
 
 Creation's Note which forth did call 
 
 From out the All 
 
 The Rocks and Stones 
 
 Is in Man's bones 
 
 Recalled: 
 
 His organs pour out liquid seas 
 
 And the many-scented breeze 
 
 Is on his breath: 
 
 A forest and a garden fair 
 
 Are in his hair, 
 
 While flesh of Animal remains 
 
 For all Man's pains 
 
 To bear: 
 
 The Sixth Great Note upon the Scale 
 
 Is Man, himself: 
 
 The seventh rate of actuation, 
 
 And next Great Key-note of Pulsation 
 
 Our Tongue calls Heat: 
 
 As in Progression 
 
 This Life has passed each lower Phase, 
 
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 This Purpose which I am, 
 
 In all its consciousness, 
 
 Must vibrate in a form of flame. 
 
 And in an Astral Body claim 
 
 Its Heritage. 
 
 To numbers Seven 
 
 Makes answer Heaven — 
 
 Thus Heat must reach its seventh stage ^ 
 
 Ere it can leap 
 
 The Chasm Deep 
 
 To take the form of Sound: 
 
 Thus mounting Each Successive Round 
 
 Upon the Ladder of the All, 
 
 These tho'ts from out the Mystic fall, 
 
 Till what was Mystery 
 
 This fair Philosophy 
 
 Does clear expound! 
 
 The Will of Man must be the fire 
 
 To burn away all gross desire; 
 
 Then shall his being ring to Sound 
 
 Until to Color it shall bound 
 
 Upon the impulse of his Tho't: 
 
 Yet Music's note. 
 
 To Mind can float 
 
 Thru but the passage of Man's Ear, 
 
 While Color's wave 
 
 Can penetrate 
 
 Unto his Tho't 
 
 Save by the organs of his Sight, 
 
 So open must be ears of Man 
 
 Ere he can hear, 
 
 And open must be eyes of Man 
 
 166 Progression. 
 
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 Ere he can peer 
 
 Into Eternity, 
 
 Or he can see 
 
 Or know aught of his Destiny! 
 
 Of potents seven Light must be: 
 
 On thru the seven grades of Heat, 
 
 As seven notes in Sound must beat 
 
 Upon the sense, 
 
 This Soul must pass 
 
 Thru All, 
 
 Its might for Aye accelerating 
 
 And faster in its force vibrating 
 
 Until, 
 
 The Light its being permeating. 
 
 From Color has become: 
 
 Then on thru still another Seven, 
 
 As Heaven follows Greater Heaven, 
 
 Shall Tho't evolve, 
 
 To swift resolve 
 
 From Light's own form 
 
 To higher form 
 
 Of Electricity: 
 
 On thru Electric Phases Seven 
 
 This Life shall grow, until to Tho't 
 
 Its form is bro't 
 
 By its Internal Will: 
 
 Thence on to Higher Motive still 
 
 Shall I progress until 
 
 To Motive Pure this Consciousness 
 
 Has entered in; 
 
 Then when to Motive's Seventh Note 
 
 I shall begin 
 
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 To answer back, I thence shall float 
 
 Upon the All, 
 
 And shall be All;— 
 
 Then shall my Pilgrimage be o'er. 
 
 For Bliss Supreme shall evermore 
 
 Be Mine! 
 
 Ill 
 
 Why, then, need Man abate his breath 
 
 In any horrid fear of Death; 
 
 Why, then, need he take time to grieve 
 
 When those he loves, perchance, shall leave 
 
 This Human Plane? 
 
 Why, then, complain 
 
 Against the Fate that takes away 
 
 His form of clay, 
 
 When by that change he but can be 
 
 Into another Primal Key 
 
 Of Vibrant Force 
 
 Of Universe 
 
 Transformed? 
 
 The Earth and Sea between 
 
 Must intervene 
 
 A gap of nothingness: 
 
 Between the Water and the Wind 
 
 A lapse we find: 
 
 'Twixt Vegetation and the next 
 
 Great form of Life, the Animal, 
 
 On Tho't's Index, 
 
 We see a space: 
 
 Thus on we trace, 
 
 As we progress, 
 
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 The Consciousness: 
 
 From Heat- Vibrations up to Sound 
 
 A gulf is found 
 
 Of Nothingness: 
 
 Thence on to Light and Color's Wave 
 
 There is a grave 
 
 Wherein lies nought save Death; 
 
 As swift to Force Electrical, 
 
 Upon our passage thru the All, 
 
 We upw^ard fly, 
 
 We quick descry 
 
 A drear abyss: 
 
 Thus as we journey step by step, 
 
 And thus the Ladder up we climb, 
 
 Each step is over Nothingness 
 
 And seeming Death! 
 
 What vibrates, moves; 
 
 Thus moving, lives; 
 
 Thus living, gives. 
 
 And giving, loves, 
 
 Excepting selfish Man, 
 
 Who fain would grasp and hold for Aye 
 
 His present form, and fears to die; 
 
 Who hesitates 
 
 Before he spreads his wings to fly 
 
 To better states: 
 
 Why seeks he immortality 
 
 Within his human frame? 
 
 By passing thence to Form of Flame 
 
 He finds a Purer Key 
 
 Upon the Universal Scale, 
 
 Whence thru the Seventh Phase of Heat 
 
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 His Consciousness shall beat 
 
 Its measured tread: 
 
 Thus Heavens Forty-three 
 
 I see 
 
 Reserved for me 
 
 Within this Tho't of Immortality 
 
 In Motive-Key; 
 
 Thus to the Highest Consciousness 
 
 Of Man would rise, in harmony 
 
 With Destiny! 
 
 In Love Man's greatest happiness 
 
 He can express, — 
 
 In giving finds his greatest gain, 
 
 While must the Consciousness remain 
 
 Of Love of All the Highest Plane 
 
 Man's Tho't can reach! 
 
 This, then, I teach: 
 
 That which is dead can never move 
 
 Nor ever love, 
 
 And that from which the breath has fled 
 
 Is but the Space which intervenes 
 
 Between the Motive-Keys of Life: 
 
 O'er Death Man's Purpose e'en must go 
 
 If he would grasp his Heritage, 
 
 And if he would most surely know 
 
 His Noblest Joy. 
 
 From Highest Note upon the Scale 
 
 Of Human Consciousness 
 
 This Soul shall pass with greatest ease 
 
 To those Sweeter Realms of Bliss 
 
 Found in other Forms and Keys. 
 
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 From one form of Ener^ 
 
 To other form of Energy, 
 
 With another Primal Key, 
 
 Can Force or Matter be translated, 
 
 And Soul and Energy and Form 
 
 Are but the Tho't of One vibrated 
 
 From out the Highest Planes. 
 
 Creative Force I fain would be, 
 
 For that must seem the Highest Key 
 
 Of Human Destiny: 
 
 In Tho't of Universal Love 
 
 I fain would live and be and move, 
 
 Forevermore, 
 
 And loving thus, my All attune 
 
 To those Waves of Good which come 
 
 From the Tho't of Holy OM, 
 
 The Infinite! 
 
 The Key-Note of my Being, then, 
 
 Is Greater Love of Greater Man, 
 
 A Love which grasps within its span 
 
 The World of Men: 
 
 When else I strive or seek to be 
 
 There intervenes another Key; 
 
 Then Discord reigns within my Tho't, 
 
 In-bringing Misery and Doubt, 
 
 Till all to Nothingness is bro't 
 
 And fell Inharmony, 
 
 Destroying Happiness and Peace, 
 
 Consuming Hope of Sweet Release 
 
 To those Realms of Purer Bliss 
 
 Found in a Higher Key! 
 
 It shall not be: 
 
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 Within the bounds of Perfect Me 
 
 I am a Man, 
 
 To be the noblest one I can, 
 
 But nothing else: — 
 
 Then I must in that Consciousness 
 
 Thru Life progress 
 
 Into Eternity: 
 
 It is enough, and satisfies, 
 
 For in this tho't the meaning lies 
 
 Of all there is or e'er can be 
 
 In Destiny, 
 
 In thus Progressing, Evermore! 
 
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 ^gain. Oh, My Brother, 
 There speaks within 
 This Being which I Am, 
 The Spirit of that Ancient Sage, 
 Whose mind, inspired of Holy Rage, 
 Rang to the throbs of Truth and Right; 
 Who spoke in words of tender might; 
 Whose visage shone with that Sweet Light 
 Which beams afrom the one whose tho't 
 Holds firm the Good in All! 
 
 This Spirit acting as my Guide 
 And walking always at my side, 
 Is not a man as men are seen 
 Of mortal eyes; 
 
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 Nor has this Spirit "angel- wings" 
 
 On which he flies, 
 
 Aught more than you or I; 
 
 Nor has he "astral body" e'en, 
 
 Or form perceptible of Man, 
 
 Yet form he has whene'er he wills 
 
 To take a form! 
 
 My "Guide" is ThoH — 
 
 No more is he than that, 
 
 Tho I can see, 
 
 If such is he, 
 
 He is what you and I must be, 
 
 In this presence bodily, 
 
 By will or not! 
 
 Thus when I say the "Spirit" speaks 
 
 Who spoke in ages long since past, 
 
 I mean his Purpose has returned 
 
 To Earth, 
 
 And given birth 
 
 Within this sep'rate Mind I am 
 
 Of his own teaching and his tho't 
 
 As here exprest: 
 
 So when men's words become involved 
 
 And they find 
 
 Life's problems more than can be solved 
 
 By them, 
 
 Back I would call their wand'ring steps 
 
 To paths where Reason's Light can beam 
 
 More brightly fair. 
 
 To make all clear 
 
 That darkened to their eyes has been 
 
 Behind a mist of Words. 
 
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 My pen now waits the measured beat 
 
 Of Tho't's Great Message, pure and sweet, 
 
 To rouse from sleep on Reason's Seat 
 
 That Highest Motive Man can find 
 
 Within the compass of his mind — 
 
 The Wealth of Universal Love — 
 
 Of It to write. 
 
 That, in this Grand Philosophy, 
 
 Which in the lives of men would be 
 
 Impractical, shall not remain: 
 
 That teaching which from bond and chain. 
 
 From anguish, loss and grinding pain, 
 
 Sets not Man's mind at liberty 
 
 To grow in knowledge, rich and free. 
 
 Of what is his in Destiny 
 
 I hold in vain. 
 
 And would refrain 
 
 From writing down. 
 
 Thus must the Highest Consciousness 
 
 Seek from within Man to express 
 
 Its Word of Love: 
 
 So must the Spirit strive to give 
 
 To him the Keys to Pow'r Divine, 
 
 His Motives, in all, to refine 
 
 To that Pure State where Tho't resounds 
 
 The Great Key-Note that Purpose sounds. 
 
 Which Will and Rea son catch and hold. 
 
 Thus causing him in all to grow 
 
 Along those Ways the Greatest know! 
 
 It is my wish to demonstrate 
 
 The Truth of all that I relate. 
 
 Which thus I tell, 
 
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 So now I dwell 
 Upon the glory and the gain, 
 Upon the good Man can attain 
 In Universal Love! 
 
 Would you e'er say, Oh, Brother Mine, 
 
 That you can change Love's Law Divine: 
 
 Would think that in your selfish gain 
 
 You e'er can win 
 
 What satisfies 
 
 Or justifies 
 
 Your being on this Earthly Plane? 
 
 What have you won from war and strife, 
 
 Thru all the ages of your life 
 
 Upon this Earth, 
 
 But grief and Pain? 
 
 Have you once drawn a grateful breath, 
 
 From hour of birth 
 
 To day of death, 
 
 The while you sought your own to gain. 
 
 To hold to you with lock and chain 
 
 Your Fond Desire? 
 
 Like flame of fire 
 
 Your burning passions scorched your frame, 
 
 While to your tho't but madness came 
 
 From out your Wish! 
 
 Did anger flash 
 
 Behind your eye, 
 
 Oh, Man, and did you cry. 
 
 In vain, aloud 
 
 Unto your "god"? 
 
 Did you, in foolishness, rely 
 
 Upon the aid of deity 
 
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 To bring to you that which you craved? 
 
 And did you note that, tho attained, 
 
 Possession sure has never saved 
 
 The worth of what you gained? 
 
 E'en if t were empires won by sword. 
 
 Did else you reap for your reward 
 
 Than death in desert solitudes? 
 
 And did you wealth around you pile, 
 
 The while you sought, by art and guile. 
 
 Your gold to use 
 
 To buy that joy you would refuse 
 
 Your fellow-man, to find your wealth 
 
 But horrid chains which bound — yourself? 
 
 But loss and failure wait on you, 
 
 Oh, Man, 
 
 Nor can 
 
 You win; 
 
 Nor shall your strength and will avail. 
 
 Nor can you in a thing but fail 
 
 While thus you strive yourself to please — 
 
 While thus you seek to take your ease 
 
 At others' cost! 
 
 Your object ever has been lost 
 
 When you would do aught else than give 
 
 From out your boundless store of Love: 
 
 To love, to be, 
 
 Must seem to me 
 
 My greatest Good, my only worthy care. 
 
 So this one tho't I take with me 
 
 To ev'ry time and where: 
 
 My All of Good must come from Man! 
 
 What Good from other Source e'er can 
 
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 Be found by me? For I am Man, 
 And all of Nature's Good must take 
 Within myself, and there remake. 
 Before to me 
 It grows to be 
 A goodly thing. 
 
 Did you, at last, your strife resign, 
 
 And then observe, Oh, Brother Mine, 
 
 How soon to harmony was bro't 
 
 Disordered mind, wherein was nought 
 
 Save agony: 
 
 When in the end you ceased your war 
 
 With your own grander, nobler tho't. 
 
 Dear Love and Peace came back again 
 
 To you, the most deprived of men. 
 
 Till all your lost was found 
 
 Within the bound 
 
 Of Man and — you? 
 
 All this I say is true, 
 
 For in my path on Ways of Fate 
 
 It came to me as I relate: 
 
 All have I lost 
 
 That men hold good, yet gained the most, 
 
 For better came to take the place 
 
 Of what I cast away. 
 
 When stripped and bare, I still could say: 
 
 "I am but Life; my life is Love; 
 
 To love, to give. 
 
 To be, to live. 
 
 Is all I am, but is enough;" 
 
 Then freely gave I all I had: 
 
 'T was only Love, 
 
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 Yet loved I with a love so strong, 
 
 And sang I such a wond'rous Song 
 
 Of Love, 
 
 By its pure strains men's souls were moved 
 
 To love — 
 
 And then to give to me their love 
 
 And (tho they knew it not) themselves! 
 
 Now Plenty waits on all my needs. 
 
 While Fullness feeds 
 
 And builds anew my mind and tho't 
 
 In Motive true. 
 
 No more am I 
 
 Than ev'ry man whom I descry 
 
 Along my way. 
 
 The road to Man's one Paradise 
 
 Leads over Plains of Sacrifice; 
 
 No other way 
 
 Can he attain his sweetest peace. 
 
 Why need he fear to walk the road 
 
 That leads to his own Greatest Good — 
 
 The Good of All — 
 
 And thus attain 
 
 The fullest gain 
 
 Of his own Soul ? 
 
 Hark, then, the counsel of the Wise, 
 
 And in your World of Tho't dispise 
 
 Your wrong and loss: 
 
 'T is but the price, 
 
 Nor ever once full-recompense 
 
 For what Your Universe consents 
 
 To give you back, 
 
 Which you may take 
 
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 Whene'er you choose. 
 
 You spoke to me, Oh, Man, 
 
 Of "decency", 
 
 "Respectability", 
 
 Till far within myself I smiled, 
 
 Altho I answered not, 
 
 For then I sighed 
 
 To see you from the Truth beguiled 
 
 Apart so wide! 
 
 What are these things of which you prate 
 
 But emptiness and vanity. 
 
 But folly of the blackest hue? 
 
 Here once again I say to you, 
 
 Bewildered Man: 
 
 You never can 
 
 In one thing be 
 
 Excepting perfect decency. 
 
 No matter with what strength you try, 
 
 For nouglit is there in earth or sky 
 
 Save Cleanhness and Purity, 
 
 So you speak what's a baleful lie 
 
 Whene'er you name 
 
 Your frame 
 
 "Unclean" in any part: 
 
 Deep in your heart 
 
 You own the truth of what I mean: 
 
 When thus you hide your flesh beneath 
 
 These garments which your bodies sheath, 
 
 Thus tie yourselves with cords and strings 
 
 And bind yourselves, your bondage brings 
 
 Your sickness and your pain, 
 
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 While making strange your any part 
 
 Is all a trick of Lewdness' art 
 
 To fill your tho't 
 
 With what is nought 
 
 But rude and base depravity! 
 
 'Mongst animals and races who 
 
 Have not attained your height of shame 
 
 No sensuality nor vice has ever come: 
 
 These clothes which make your person nice 
 
 Are traps men set 
 
 For others feet. 
 
 Comes, now, another who would be 
 
 My enemy, 
 
 To ask of me 
 
 Concerning progeny: 
 
 What little fools my brothers are 
 
 That they should think the parents' care 
 
 Need be coerced! 
 
 Wherein shall want the helpless cub 
 
 Of Mother Bear? 
 
 When does the tiger-kitten need 
 
 Whereon to feed? 
 
 Shall unfledged eaglet lack a thing 
 
 The parent-birds to it can bring? 
 
 No mother will neglect the child 
 
 Whom she has born, 
 
 Unless from Nature she 's been torn 
 
 By artificial tho't and means. 
 
 Then comes another one and asks: 
 "What of our children's education? 
 Who, pray, shall teach them their relation 
 
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 To all their earthly tasks?" 
 
 Of Education all I say 
 
 Is that Man's care seems to repay 
 
 Him with no more than worthlessness 
 
 And rottenness 
 
 In almost all the full-contents 
 
 Of his books and schools, 
 
 Which teach the wisdom of the fools. 
 
 What has his study bro't to Man, 
 
 Since he at first to learn began, 
 
 But slavery 
 
 And poverty, 
 
 And ev'ry depth of misery 
 
 To which his being can be sunk? 
 
 Let your children learn to think 
 
 And live aright! 
 
 Their only duty is to live: — 
 
 Leave them alone, in Nature's care, 
 
 Who '11 freely give 
 
 To them what knowledge they can use! 
 
 Bring forth your children with their minds 
 
 Enfreed from anger and from fear: 
 
 Let mothers hold the tho't of love 
 
 While in the womb they bear 
 
 The Coming Man, thus to remove 
 
 From off his mind all tendency 
 
 To hatred, crime, insanity, 
 
 So he can grow aright. 
 
 Along the way his impulse leads. 
 
 From that first day he saw the light. 
 
 * 
 * * 
 
 Oh, Brothers, Sisters, loved of mine, 
 
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 Shall you you go on 
 
 As thru the Ages you have gone, — 
 
 In all the slaves to selfishness 
 
 And fear; 
 
 Thus strangers to all happiness. 
 
 To hear 
 
 Forever ringing in your ear 
 
 The clanking of your chains? 
 
 What causes you to hesitate; 
 
 What is all this 
 
 Of which you make such vast import. 
 
 In fear to lose which you resort 
 
 To all the follies of your State, 
 
 But vanities and emptiness 
 
 Most pitiful? 
 
 The Good of all is all your good! 
 
 No other way can you attain 
 
 Your highest gain 
 
 Except thru seeming sacrifice. 
 
 Nor can your Spirit ever rise 
 
 To what greatness in you lies 
 
 Unless you pay the price, 
 
 Which, after all, is nothingness. 
 
 And paying which you nothing lose. 
 
 No other love deserves the name 
 
 Excepting Purest Love. 
 
 Think you you aught of love can win 
 
 Unless you give 
 
 Of Purest Love, 
 
 In Love Your All to give. 
 
 Unwilling to receive? 
 
 Your earthly hists are selfishness 
 
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 And are not Love at all, 
 
 While in their flavor bitterness 
 
 Of the poison gall 
 
 Awaits the sense of him 
 
 Who tastes of them. 
 
 Seek, then, on Earth what satisfies 
 
 The Grandest Purpose of Your Mind, 
 
 Oh, Man, and find 
 
 What rectifies 
 
 All errors you have made, 
 
 Discov'ring ev'ry loss repaid: 
 
 Then rising to the Grandest Goal 
 
 Of your own living, conscious Soul, 
 
 Find "soul" is but that Purpose True 
 
 Existing in the Will of You 
 
 Which you have known and you have heard 
 
 Thru all your days, 
 
 On all your ways, 
 
 Yet heeding not 
 
 Nor ans'ring not, before: 
 
 Then op'ning wide your being's door, 
 
 Permit the LOVE OF ALL to pour 
 
 Into and thru the very core 
 
 And h(jart-of -hearts of You, 
 
 Attaining, thus, that Joy and Peace 
 
 Which fills the Whole, Glad Universe, 
 
 And learn that Glory, evermore. 
 
 Is won in Love's Increase. 
 
 * * 
 
 ** 
 
 Again my mind reverts. Oh, Man, 
 
 To the question of your laws. 
 
 While in my tho't I scan 
 
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 Their primal cause 
 
 And their last effect: 
 
 Tho men have called me "anarchist". 
 
 In hopes to sympathy enlist 
 
 Of others, 
 
 'Gainst this Truth which I would speak. 
 
 Thus thinking from their present place 
 
 To greater heights of power reach 
 
 In their dominion o'er the Race, 
 
 I here disclaim 
 
 All right and title to this name 
 
 They fain would give to me: 
 
 Tho advocating Liberty, 
 
 And while I would set wholly free 
 
 Each Son and Daughter of this Earth, 
 
 Yet never once would I send forth 
 
 A call to violence or war 
 
 To heal one evil or abuse. 
 
 Nor would I in a thing make use 
 
 Of an appeal to men's base passions. 
 
 Their ignorance or superstitions, 
 
 To win that end; ^ 
 
 Nor for an instant would contend 
 
 With other men for their own good. 
 
 Most clearly in my mind I see 
 
 The highest form of Liberty 
 
 Is his who is not bound nor free 
 
 Of the domain 
 
 Of other men. 
 
 Far greater would I strive to be 
 
 Than e'en to wish to break away 
 
 From 'neath the burdens men would lay 
 
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 Upon my tho't, 
 
 Wherein in nought 
 
 Can I be bound, 
 
 For fetters bind not Atmosphere, — 
 
 'Gainst Magnetism none can rear 
 
 A wall. 
 
 While / am but the Purpose Great 
 
 Of All, 
 
 Nor ever once shall Man abate 
 
 That Which I Am. 
 
 Tho for these songs which I have sung 
 
 (For which in nothing I repent) 
 
 There many are my name would curse 
 
 And who would never feel remorse 
 
 Could they but see this body burn 
 
 At martyr stake, 
 
 Or could they learn 
 
 That in a prison's reeking cell 
 
 The form of me were cast; 
 
 Yet not for them have I a fear, 
 
 Nor e'en a care: 
 
 My body is but the expression 
 
 Of this, the Tho't of me, 
 
 Nor has it more intense relation 
 
 To all I seem to see 
 
 Than these, the words I speak: 
 
 My Life am I, the Vital Fire 
 
 This Mind consumes 
 
 (My frame and actions but the smoke 
 
 And fumes) , 
 
 Which from this body radiates 
 
 As does the heat; 
 
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 When once released to other states 
 
 It can do nothing save repeat 
 
 The hist'ry of the flame, 
 
 Which disappears to whence it came — 
 
 The Universe of All. 
 
 Here comes the Female Evidence 
 
 Of Man, 
 
 All clad in garments womanly, 
 
 To ask of me 
 
 Of bondage matrimonial; 
 
 Of this I may 
 
 Have nought to say. 
 
 Unless I ask: 
 
 Does law unite the Lioness 
 
 Unto her mate? 
 
 Does Eagle need 
 
 The priest to wed 
 
 The female bird? 
 
 Then all your marriage laws are but 
 
 An empty word, 
 
 Which nothing costs. 
 
 Why need I fear to bind 
 
 Myself with empty air? 
 
 What thing of terror can I find 
 
 In that which Reason must declare 
 
 No whit more fearsome than 
 
 The South-born breezes fair 
 
 That lovingly caress my hair 
 
 And kiss my brow? 
 
 So say I now 
 
 To you, Oh, Womankiud, 
 
 To please you and your nobler mind 
 
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TWO CONSUMMATION 
 
 To bless 
 
 With what you term your "happiness", 
 
 I would not hesitate 
 
 To "marry" you: 
 
 So you may bind 
 
 Me with your chains, 
 
 For this I ken: While Love remains 
 
 There 's nothing in your love to find 
 
 Save what is good. 
 
 Why should I fly 
 
 Afrom those things which hurt me not, 
 
 Nor interfere 
 
 With these High- throbbing Waves of Tho't 
 
 'Midst which I live? 
 
 Then, too, I also know: 
 
 When from your heart Desire shall go 
 
 You will be glad to set me free 
 
 So you, yourself, can larger grow 
 
 In Liberty 
 
 And Destiny! 
 
 * * * 
 
 * * 
 
 Why should I care what laws men make? 
 
 Why from my path e'en turn aside 
 
 Their laws to break? 
 
 Why should I ever wish to take 
 
 Those things in which they feel such pride 
 
 To have and hold, — 
 
 Their wives and cattle, lands and gold, 
 
 When there 's no form of real Success 
 
 Found in aught else than Happiness, 
 
 And in that True Content 
 
 Full-realized by one intent 
 
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 Upon the Good of All? 
 
 Why should I build a wall of wealth 
 
 Around myself; 
 
 Erect a dungeon wherein health 
 
 And sweeter joys are all unknown? 
 
 What evil can Man do to me 
 
 That I should seek revenge, 
 
 And why should e'er the cast of blood 
 
 My Whiteness tinge? 
 
 Man's suffering but brings his gain: 
 
 E'en tho I hate, shall I attain 
 
 True victory 
 
 O'er this, my enemy, 
 
 By leading him to Paradise 
 
 O'er the mountain-roads of Pain 
 
 And Loss of Worldly Goods? 
 
 Thus my aim I shall defeat; 
 
 Thus from her place on Reason's Seat 
 
 My Tho't be cast; 
 
 Then I must once again repeat 
 
 My journey thru the Vale of Sin, 
 
 Until at last 
 
 My Consciousness can enter in 
 
 To that estate so near I lost 
 
 Of Happiness. 
 
 Far greater than your laws am I, 
 Oh, Man, 
 
 When once Myself I shall descry 
 In All I Am: 
 
 This 't is which makes me tell you why 
 So much I claim; 
 
 How this sweet tho't has grown in me 
 To that high stage where I am free 
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 From ev'ry taint of misery 
 
 And loss: 
 
 It is because within My Will 
 
 And My Own Mind I rose until 
 
 My freedom sure I could declare 
 
 From all control and ev'ry fear 
 
 Of men, 
 
 And then, 
 
 Upon the waves of Tho't- Vibration, 
 
 On ocean-floods of Inspiration, 
 
 I went in perfect consciousness 
 
 To view those Realms of Purer Bliss 
 
 Where all are free and true! 
 
 E'en thus may you, 
 
 Whene'er you will. 
 
 But you must let your tho't be borne 
 
 Unto those Heights from which the Dawn 
 
 Of Hope appears: 
 
 Down in the valley's damp and mould 
 
 You dig for treasures and for gold; 
 
 Your eyes are ever on the earth, 
 
 While even in your sounds of mirth 
 
 There rings the note of falsity, — 
 
 Of bitterness against your Fate! 
 
 Turn, now, your gaze. My Own, above, 
 
 To see how all along the Height 
 
 The Angel- Hosts of Purest Love 
 
 Show ever clearer in the Light; 
 
 How coming, going, still they move 
 
 In their garb of fairest white. 
 
 Golden, or of rainbow hue. 
 
 Shining as the drop of dew 
 
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 In the morning Sun! 
 
 Let your brother look and see, 
 
 Oh, Man, 
 
 This Vision of His Destiny, — 
 
 This which he is to think and be 
 
 When from his bondage he *s set free 
 
 To learn — Himself! 
 
 All these religions which you preach, 
 
 These semi-truths you try to teach 
 
 Are like your governments and laws — 
 
 The implements of Tyranny! 
 
 You say to me: 
 
 "These men are ignorant, 
 
 And e'en must be controlled." 
 
 When I would ask of you, 
 
 "Why are they thus, so ignorant?" 
 
 To which you make reply: 
 
 "Thru lack of opportunity 
 
 To learn." 
 
 "And who," 
 
 I ask of you, 
 
 "Is it withholds what ev'ry man's 
 
 Should be?" 
 
 Then you would fain disown 
 
 Your culpability, 
 
 And would on "circumstance". 
 
 Place the blame for ignorance 
 
 And crime. 
 
 What liars and what hypocrites 
 
 You have become 
 
 When thus you blame 
 
 The Universe for what you cause 
 
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 By your own selfish rules and laws, 
 
 And nothing else! 
 
 ** ** 
 
 ** 
 
 Learn but to love, 
 
 Oh, Man; 
 
 Seek but to give, 
 
 And then 
 
 Just let yourself and others grow: 
 
 Then you shall all the glory know 
 
 Of What You Are; 
 
 Then shall in all your actions show 
 
 Your perfectness; 
 
 Then health and happiness 
 
 Shall be your own 
 
 Like unto which you ne'er have known 
 
 Before! 
 
 Just let the Good within you rise, 
 
 And cast afar your foul disguise 
 
 Of Evil and of Tho't-of-Sin: 
 Throw off your mask of selfishness 
 
 And then begin 
 
 To learn the utter worthlessness 
 
 Of all you prized and sought. 
 Yet which to you has never bro't 
 
 But evil and the consciousness 
 
 Of wrong! 
 
 Search well the Motive of Your Tho't 
 
 And in your mind be strong 
 
 In Right! 
 
 Thus you will learn 
 
 That All is Motive, All Intent, 
 
 While you are but the Instrument 
 
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 Of Good; 
 
 That all those things which come to you 
 
 And which you use in pnrpose true 
 
 For others' good, 
 
 Will bring to you a satisfaction 
 
 You never found in their possession 
 
 Nor gained from their abuse: 
 
 Then in the Purpose True 
 
 Within the Mind of You 
 
 You will discern 
 
 That You are Good: 
 
 So will you learn 
 
 That All Is Good, 
 
 That All Is All, 
 
 And ALL IS ONE: 
 
 Thus in the Tho't of Unity 
 
 Of All in You, 
 
 Most clearly you will see 
 
 The Purpose and the Motive True 
 
 Of All, 
 
 Which is the Highest Good of Yon 
 
 And All! 
 
 For while you hold that Purpose True 
 
 Existing in the Will of You, 
 
 And while you walk within the light 
 
 Of your most-loving, helpful Tho't 
 
 You cannot aught 
 
 Do else than Right 
 
 And Good: 
 
 Then nought save Good can come to you 
 
 From Nature or from Man; 
 
 Nor can you "sin" 
 
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 Nor act a wrong; 
 
 Then shall the world about you please, 
 
 Not terrify, 
 
 But satisfy 
 
 That Which You Are: 
 
 Then you will see that all your laws 
 
 And bondages 
 
 Destroy men's hopes, and are the cause 
 
 Of crime and poverty; 
 
 Of selfishness 
 
 And bitterness; 
 
 Of all the misery 
 
 Of those who have not heard the Voice 
 
 Of Their Own Perfect Selves; 
 
 Who yet have learned not to rejoice 
 
 In Good of Others and of All. 
 
 Is there a one wears felon's stripes 
 
 Who longed for else than Good? 
 
 Is there within the world of men 
 
 A single one 
 
 Who by a simple word will own 
 
 A wish for else than good? 
 
 All human purpose, then, is good: 
 
 'T is but the means by which the tho't 
 
 Is to its full expression bro't 
 
 That can contain a thing of wrong. 
 
 See, then. 
 
 Oh, Man, 
 
 Your acts in nothing interfere 
 
 With other men: 
 
 Then shall your Ways of Life be clear 
 
 Of pain 
 
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 And sin: 
 
 Thus you the love of men shall gain 
 
 And in the Love of Man attain 
 
 The highest, most-enduring Good 
 
 That can be yours. 
 
 'T is only thus you can retain 
 
 What satisfies 
 
 Or justifies 
 
 Your Being on this earthly plane. 
 
 And only thus you can remain 
 
 Attuned to Good, 
 
 And All! 
 
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 ©Ijf (^nah at All. 
 
 I 
 
 /jtreat Spirit of Eternity, 
 
 Awake, arise and speak thru me 
 Your Message of Divinity 
 To erring Man! 
 Great Good of All, 
 On You I call: 
 Tear off the bandage from my eyes 
 
 194 The Good of Ml. 
 
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 So I shall see 
 
 That Wonder which Man ought to be — 
 
 That Perfect Form which is not his 
 
 Because of his own selfishness: 
 
 Let, now, the Healing of Your Word 
 
 Reach to my ear, 
 
 So I shall hear 
 
 Those glad, sweet songs of joyousness 
 
 That fill the Atmosphere 
 
 With notes of rapt and pure acclaim 
 
 Unto Your Name, 
 
 To All Most Dear! 
 
 II 
 
 My Good Are You, Great Soul of Souls, 
 
 Great Purpose of All Things: 
 
 The Tho't You around me rolls 
 
 And to me brings 
 
 The Consciousness including All, 
 
 Till from beneath my feet the Ball 
 
 Of Earth is rolled, 
 
 While swift Your Mighty Waves enfold 
 
 The Mind of Me, 
 
 And thru Your Vast Infinity 
 
 I go. 
 
 Stronger, purer, nobler, sweeter; 
 
 Until I know 
 
 No longer bondage, chain nor fetter; 
 
 Until I throw 
 
 All earthly tho't away. 
 
 And as the Light of Day 
 
 Become; 
 
 Till in my arms the Firmaments 
 
 The Good of All. 195 
 
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 I clasp, 
 
 And in my soul Your Kind Intents 
 
 I grasp. 
 
 Ill 
 Great One in All and All in One, 
 Let this my body run 
 Upon Your Errands Fair of Love, 
 And let it move 
 
 But at the promptings of the Will 
 Of Purest Love: 
 
 With Your Own Strong Vibration fill 
 This Evidence of You until 
 To Man my life shall tell 
 Your Motive True! 
 Does worldly wealth afrom me fly? 
 What care have I? 
 Does ever Pain or Sickness claim 
 This frame 
 Of flesh? 
 
 For that unto this World I came. 
 Nor would evade the Lash 
 That drives all vicious tho'ts away 
 Which in this Life might stay 
 Unto its end, 
 Did You not lend 
 Your Aid to this uncertain Mind 
 Upon its way, 
 
 The Paths of Truth thru All to find 
 Without dismay. 
 
 IV 
 Man's purposes are ever true. 
 For Purpose is all One in You» 
 
 196 The Good of All. 
 
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 Most High of All: 
 
 On You, the Greatest of Intent, 
 
 Again I call! 
 
 Man's Soul exists in all he meant, 
 
 Nor did he fall 
 
 From his most sweet and pure estate 
 
 While in his mind he held the tho't 
 
 Of Others' Good. 
 
 No man desires else than good, 
 
 In any station, time or mood; 
 
 Himself has but misunderstood 
 
 When from the Way 
 
 Of Righteousness afar did stray 
 
 To find that grief and loss must pay 
 
 The price of wrong 
 
 To Others done. 
 
 All things of Life are One in You, 
 
 The Motive Force 
 
 And Essence Pure of Universe — 
 
 And Man. 
 
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 While by the Light from Motive shed 
 
 Man's steps were led; 
 
 While in the Path of Purpose True 
 
 And ever to the Goal of You, 
 
 Blest Hope of Love, 
 
 Man's feet still moved; 
 
 While to all faith in hate and sin 
 
 He closed his mind; 
 
 Before he e'er did first begin 
 
 His joy to find 
 
 In acts and words unkind, 
 
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 He dwelt within a Paradise 
 
 Wherein was nought of crime and vice 
 
 Nor base iniquity: 
 
 Then Heaven rested on this Sphere, 
 
 Nor aught was there of rage nor fear, 
 
 Of sickness, bitterness nor death 
 
 Upon this Earth: 
 
 But once Man's course had turned aside 
 
 From his sure purpose in the Good, 
 
 He lost his sense of harmony — 
 
 Then swift and sore calamity 
 
 On him befell! 
 
 VI 
 
 May Man regain his Eden lost. 
 
 And lift Life's ban? 
 
 E'en that he can! 
 
 If only he will pay the price 
 
 He can return to Paradise 
 
 Within the borders of a Day. 
 
 Will he but lay 
 
 All hope for pow'r o'er Man away; 
 
 All wish for gain in else than Love; 
 
 All tho't to do aught more than strive 
 
 For Good of All: 
 
 Can he thus leave all others free 
 
 To find what Good in them may be. 
 
 Nor seek to hold by bonds of fear 
 
 His fellow-men. 
 
 He can again 
 
 Those strains of heavenly music hear 
 
 All Nature plays: 
 
 Then Peace shall bless him all his days; 
 
 198 The Good of All. 
 
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 Then he shall all of Glory know, 
 For to him must the World bow low 
 In reverence and praise: 
 Then shall his Good be realized 
 And all he prized 
 
 Shall walk with him on all his ways 
 Within the Good of All. 
 VII 
 On You I call, 
 First One In All, 
 
 That on this Earth Your Light shall fall, 
 Till Man shall be 
 Enlightened in his Destiny; 
 When he shall see 
 In Love and Freedom lies his path 
 Unto the Morn of Heaven's Birth, 
 When pain and sin 
 Shall ne'er begin 
 Nor aught of bondage enter in; 
 When Love 
 Shall move 
 All souls to rest 
 
 Within those tho'ts by Mercy blest; 
 When strife shall end and wars shall cease. 
 And all shall bide in happy peace, 
 Thus Highest Good 
 Be understood, 
 
 And on each Son of Man shall fall 
 The Mantle of True Prophecy, 
 Forth-driving all drear Mystery 
 From out the Tho't of All! 
 
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 nrhus do I sit within myself 
 
 And study the phenomena 
 And the wonders clear-revealed 
 In me, 
 
 While all these marvels which I see 
 I would record, 
 And this. My Word, 
 Would leave a heritage 
 To You, Oh, World of Men, 
 For thus I seek within 
 This Being which I Am 
 My Highest Good; 
 Thus harken to the Voice Within, 
 Which tells me how to go 
 And in what way to show 
 To other men 
 The straightest road 
 To Highest Good,— 
 The Good of All! 
 
 Of Old, the Prophets spoke to men 
 
 With tongues inspired, 
 
 Their great minds fired 
 
 With rage which wonders past the ken 
 
 Of those who heard. 
 
 In excellence, bro't forth. 
 
 Till all men's hearts were stirred 
 
 O'er all the face of Earth, 
 
 Unto this day. 
 
 The magic of their prophecy, 
 
 Wro't out in all integrity 
 
 200 The Absolute. 
 
TWO CONSUMMATION 
 
 As Ages pass, 
 
 Was of the Tho't of Good conceived; 
 
 The truths of their philosophy 
 
 ( A.S blades of grass 
 
 Are crushed and broken 'neath the feet), 
 
 From things replete 
 
 In Highest Good, 
 
 Have been distorted and destroyed 
 
 By men deceived 
 
 By selfishness. 
 
 While evil purpose has employed 
 
 The beauty it misunderstood 
 
 To bind and hold the minds of men, 
 
 Altho the purpose true 
 
 Which did the tho't imbue 
 
 Of those most clear-enlightened minds 
 
 Was to men's intellects to show 
 
 How best their steps in all might go 
 
 Along that Path by which Man finds 
 
 His Being's Good. 
 
 So I would ask 
 
 Of ev'ry man 
 
 He undertake in nought the task 
 
 To change these words: 
 
 For other men * 'interpret' ' not 
 
 My tho't, 
 
 I bid you each. 
 
 Nor strive to teach 
 
 What I have here en-writ, 
 
 But leave alone each Son of Man 
 
 To glean from it 
 
 Whate'er of good he will or can. 
 
 The Jhsolute. 201 
 
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 This see I well: 
 
 That ALL IS ALL, 
 
 And ABSOLUTE! 
 
 Thus who would state 
 
 You are but "part" 
 
 Of All 
 
 Would cast a shadow o'er your Soul, 
 
 With motive to exact his toll 
 
 Of Death from you. 
 
 This Reason says to me is true: 
 
 That "All" Is Absolute, 
 
 And this I would repeat 
 
 Again and o'er again, 
 
 And then 
 
 Again! 
 
 Part-health is merely pain. 
 For sickness 't is withholds 
 The All of wholesomeness: 
 Part-love is selfishness 
 That fails to full-express 
 The All of Holy Love. 
 Part-beauty is deformity; 
 Part-reason mere insanity; 
 Part- wealth is only poverty; 
 Part-freedom is not liberty; 
 Part-happiness is misery; 
 Part-weakness is not might; 
 Part-power is not great, 
 Part-righteousness not right; 
 Part-greatness is but littleness. 
 Breeds but pomposity; 
 Part-courage is but cowardice 
 
 202 TJie Absolute. 
 
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 And is not bravery; 
 Part-honesty is knavery; 
 Part-purity and gross impurity 
 Are one; 
 Partial Light is all of darkess:- 
 
 Thus does the Absoluteness run 
 Of all of good thru all men's words: 
 A partial truth has ne'er bro't forth 
 But mischief in the tho't of men 
 Nor on the face of Earth, 
 And is the All of Evil: 
 Part-man is but monstrosity: 
 Part-good in Man in ancient times 
 The prophets termed the devil. 
 
 So would that one himself deceive 
 
 Who would within himself believe 
 
 That he is "part of All" 
 
 And yet not All of All. 
 
 So do I think to take departure 
 
 From Truth that school 
 
 Which speaks of "high and lower nature," 
 
 For Nature is in all, 
 
 Is All, and Ail is One, 
 
 Must be All-High, All-Good, 
 
 In all her works, in ev'ry mood; 
 
 Thus when from Nature's Self 
 
 Man gleans his food 
 
 It hurts him not; 
 
 And when his tho't 
 
 And when his acts to her are true 
 
 He in no word nor deed can do 
 
 Another wrong. 
 
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 A "lower-self" Man must deny 
 
 If he would reach the Motive High 
 
 And Purpose Strong 
 
 Vibrating Purest Good; 
 
 To reach on Earth his sweetest heaven 
 
 To ev'ry Child of Good is given, — 
 
 Within his tho't, 
 
 And in the Tho't of All, 
 
 Which is Man's Perfect Soul. 
 
 Then hold you not the Absolute 
 
 By any curb nor rein. 
 
 And with a mind all resolute 
 
 On Good, with your own brain, 
 
 Your tongues and bodies move 
 
 To words and deeds of Love, 
 
 I charge you, Seekers all 
 
 Of Truth! 
 
 What heed, in sooth, 
 
 Oh, Brothers, Sisters, loved of mine. 
 
 Does this great world give to your tho't? 
 
 Your tho'ts may be, and are. 
 
 The All of Good, no doubt: 
 
 Shall you permit the part to mar 
 
 That Whi-h You Are, 
 
 And cause the World to deem you aught 
 
 Save What You Are in Tho't? 
 
 Let, then, your words and deeds speak true 
 
 Concerning You, 
 
 My friend. 
 
 And let the All of Motive blend 
 
 Appearences of What You Are 
 
 To nobler word 
 
 204 The Absolute. 
 
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 Than Man e'er heard. 
 
 Or e'er was spoke before; 
 
 Let actions braver, showing more 
 
 Of good, than Man has ever known, 
 
 To him be shown 
 
 In All You Are. 
 
 Then shall no compromise. 
 
 No partial-good be ever yours, 
 
 Nor ill nor madness e'er surprise; 
 
 Then shall the Good Which Aye Endures 
 
 Attend your course; 
 
 Then shall the All of Universe 
 
 Be One in You, 
 
 Your mind imbue 
 
 With prophecy and healing power, 
 
 Till on this Earth shall come to flower 
 
 The Good in You. 
 
 Let this Great Tho't within you dwell. 
 
 Oh, you, of Man's Flesh Born, 
 
 Its perfect work within your life 
 
 To do: 
 
 But that Life Is; that Life is All, 
 
 And All is One! 
 
 You were not in aught created 
 
 By any "god" or outward cause. 
 
 Nor yet were you to Being fated 
 
 By any Higher Laws 
 
 Than THOSE YOU ARE! 
 
 'T was by the Will of You you came 
 
 To occupy your frame. 
 
 While thus you do appear 
 
 Because the Motive, Soul of You, 
 
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 Did this the mansion rear 
 
 Wherein you dwell, 
 
 Which thus you occupy because 
 
 'T is only so You will. 
 
 'T is not Intelligence that planned 
 
 The Universe, 
 
 Nor Power aught more grand than Yours 
 
 Which built the suns and stars! 
 
 You are Intelligence, 
 
 Oh, Man, 
 
 Nor can 
 
 Be else, unless you still refuse 
 
 To let the Wisdom in you rise 
 
 To that high place of prominence 
 
 Within your tho't it well deserves. 
 
 Intelligence and Consciousness 
 
 Are Life, and all things live: 
 
 If all things live and move. 
 
 Intelligent are all, and all-intelligent. 
 
 While Life and Motive and Intent 
 
 Of All are but Intelligence! 
 
 If thus You are Intelligence, 
 
 And All is but Intelligence, 
 
 You are all ever known of Man, 
 
 So nought of Ignorance e'er can 
 
 Its evil might in you show forth. 
 
 If All is One, 
 
 Which All includes. 
 
 Then You and I are One: 
 
 How often I have said to love 
 
 Is to freely, gladly give! 
 
 This I have said, for words hold not 
 
 206 Ihe Absolute. 
 
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 The purest meaning of my tho't, 
 
 To thus as best I could express 
 
 This mind to those whose consciousness 
 
 Has not the Highest Purpose caught, 
 
 Which needs not words to speak, 
 
 Which goes not forth to seek, 
 
 And which in nought need strive 
 
 For means whereon to h"ve 
 
 And be. 
 
 This well I see 
 
 Within the Mind of One in Me: 
 
 If You and Self and I be One 
 
 (And must my rhyme forever run 
 
 To this great end) 
 
 Then I to you can never send 
 
 In anything, 
 
 And only 's left for me to sing 
 
 The Praises of the Alt in One: 
 
 Tho unto Self 1 cannot give, 
 
 Still I must know th^t as I live 
 
 So may I love, 
 
 For I have said that all my love 
 
 Is in myself; that I am Love, — 
 
 In Consciousness of Life and Love 
 
 Must move 
 
 And be. 
 
 Thus shall the Tho't of All in One 
 The Life External all remove. 
 While thus within my treasure-trove 
 Nought shall remain but Purest Good, 
 For Aye the Spirit says to me 
 That All is Good — 
 
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 That All is Right: 
 
 Thus must my Being hold control 
 
 Of All I Am, and so of All, 
 
 Until Supremest Might 
 
 Is in my hand 
 
 While so I wield control 
 
 O'er Greatest Self, and thus, o'er All: 
 
 Then shall my tho't all littleness 
 
 And weakness lose; 
 
 All modesty and fear refuse 
 
 To entertain. 
 
 While in my body shall remain 
 
 No sickness, bitterness nor pain, 
 
 And on my Soul no sin nor stain, 
 
 In Time nor in Eternity; 
 
 Thus I shall all of Heaven gain 
 
 Upon this Earth, 
 
 While nought shall issue forth 
 
 From this I Am men seem to see 
 
 Save what men term "divinity"; 
 
 Thus in Myself I lift the Race 
 
 To their deserved and worthy place. 
 
 Where Good and Well must ever grace 
 
 Their Being here, within the Peace 
 
 Of All in One. 
 
 Those facts which in Yourself you find 
 
 Oh, Man, are real 
 
 To You: 
 
 That which you feel 
 
 Is true 
 
 Is so to You, 
 
 Yet falsity you can create 
 
 208 The Absolute. 
 
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 And wickedness can hold in tho't 
 
 Of What You Are. 
 
 Then must your Star 
 
 Of Destiny in all sink low, 
 
 While sick and sorrowful must grow 
 
 All That You Are! 
 
 Does pain and bitterness e'er please 
 
 The mind of Man? 
 
 Longs not his Soul for sweet release 
 
 From these? 
 
 Still, all of good is his. 
 
 Whene'er he wills 
 
 To grasp and use the jewelled keys 
 
 To boundless power over Self, 
 
 Thus over all the Universe 
 
 Of Perfect Growth and Happiness 
 
 Contained within the Measured Pulse 
 
 Of Highset, Sweetest Good. 
 
 Fear not to clasp the All of Good, 
 
 Oh, Brother Mine; 
 
 Fear not to let your Being shine 
 
 With Purest Waves of Holy Light; 
 
 Your Purpose fear not to refine 
 
 Within your tho't and in the sight 
 
 Of men. 
 
 With motives of Your Greatest Good; 
 
 Fear not that in the Throb of Love 
 
 Of All 
 
 Will anything to you befall 
 
 Save Your Own Greatest Good, 
 
 Or that in holding tho'ts of Love 
 
 You aught of worth shall lose. 
 
 For can your reason more than prove 
 
 The Absolute. 209 
 
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 That this conclusion of my Muse 
 
 Is true? — 
 
 That which is You 
 
 Can never reach beyond 
 
 Your Being's bound, 
 
 And if you hold in Consciousness 
 
 No sense of misery or loss, 
 
 To You no pain nor loss is there. 
 
 While unto You stays Pure and Fair 
 
 The All of All. 
 
 All. or 5^ntl|ttt9! 
 
 [ould you tear me, Ch, My Passion, 
 With the rage of you: 
 Would withhold the satisfaction 
 
 Of my purpose true. 
 Filling me with strength of action 
 Evils strange to do? 
 
 Would you tell me that you "love" me, 
 
 Woman, soft and fair, 
 Still would fail your All to give me. 
 
 While you love declare, 
 Thus with burning thirst to leave me 
 
 Of unquenched desire? 
 
 Would you let me taste the pleasure 
 
 Mind and body hold? 
 Would you let me glimpse your treasure, 
 
 Yet would keep your gold. 
 Restraining from its fullest measure 
 
 Glory you unfold? 
 
 210 All, or XotUng! 
 
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 Give me all your gold of goodness; — 
 
 All, or not at all. 
 Make my body thrill with gladness; 
 
 Torture not my soul 
 To the verge of raving madness 
 
 With your less-than-all; 
 
 Give me not a partial version 
 
 Of your Book of Days: — 
 "Tell me all, or tell me nothing," 
 
 All Life's Wisdom says: 
 Leave me not in darkness stumbling 
 
 O'er these doubtful ways. 
 
 Love me now, or love me never; 
 
 'T is my fervent prayer: 
 Be to me not half-a-lover, 
 
 Filling me with care: 
 Hold me to your heart Forever — 
 
 Then, or never there. 
 
 Part of good is all of badness, 
 
 And shall not deceive; 
 Half of happiness is sadness, 
 
 Must this Soul believe: 
 Giving me your All of Gladness, 
 
 Cause me not to grieve! 
 
 Ever forward on its Mission 
 
 Goes the Might of Me, 
 Learning aye a higher lesson 
 
 In My Destiny, — 
 
 All, or Xothini! 211 
 
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 Asking none to grant permission 
 When the Right I see. 
 
 Love of Woman ne'er shall turn me 
 
 From my Highest Goal, 
 So if you refuse to spurn me. 
 
 Then I must control. 
 And fore'er must send you from me. 
 
 For the good of all. 
 
 ijKere sit I still upon my throne, 
 ^ A monarch, absolute, alone, 
 
 O'er this, my State, 
 While speaks now thru the voice of me. 
 Proclaiming, Sons of Destiny, 
 
 Your Ultimate, 
 That Spirit which pursues you each; 
 Which would the noblest wisdom teach 
 
 That you can learn; 
 That One you never can escape; 
 From Whose Great Purpose you can hope 
 
 In nought to turn. 
 
 Come unto me, all Sons of Earth, 
 And harken well the Words of Truth 
 
 These lips would speak; 
 Hear in these tones the Voice of Yoa 
 Tell to the World the motive true 
 
 Of all you seek; 
 
 212 The Source of Highest Power. 
 
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 Here catch the note of Highest Good 
 For which the best of men have stood, 
 
 Which ne'er shall fall 
 Nor be defeated by the might 
 Of those who have not seen the Light — 
 
 The Good of All. 
 
 What would you gain, Oh, Child of Man, 
 From all your service, all your pain. 
 
 But good to you? 
 Does not that motive ever drive 
 You to the end for which you live, 
 
 Your mind imbue? 
 Do not the movements of your frame 
 The Good of You forever claim 
 
 In all you do? 
 Has e'er a man, in knowledge, sought 
 A thing (to him) he could have tho't 
 
 Would be untrue? 
 
 The Source of Power, then, in you. 
 Great King of Earth, must needs be true; 
 
 Nor can it be 
 Aught save the Love-of-Good within 
 Your Very Self that drives you on 
 
 To Destiny: 
 The one unfailing hope of all 
 Must be that to themselves shall fall 
 
 A goodly share 
 Of what the others of the Race 
 Would hold in highest, fondest place 
 
 In their desire. 
 
 The Source of Highest Power. 213 
 
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 Oh, Blinded Ones, can you perceive 
 That All is All? Can you believe 
 
 In less than All? 
 Do you not know, deep in your mind, 
 No satisfaction shall you find 
 
 In less than All? 
 Do you not know, Oh, Tho'tless Ones, 
 That to achievement greater runs 
 
 The life of each, 
 And see you not, in consciousness. 
 That aye for purer happiness 
 
 You ever reach? 
 
 Know, then, the Right, Oh, Pure of Heart, 
 That in this World from you apart 
 
 Is nought of Truth: 
 Seek, then, your Good where It must be, 
 Nor look without for purity: 
 
 Believe in faith 
 That all is good, and Good is All, 
 While holding fast within your soul 
 
 The truth of this,— 
 Not ever shall you find your peace 
 In less-than-all, nor win release 
 
 To Purest Bliss. 
 
 Thus do I tell you What You Are — 
 All Sons of Life, nor shall the scar 
 
 Of this. My Sword, 
 E'er leave your flesh, or you deny 
 These angels who within you lie, 
 
 Who now My Word 
 
 214 The Source of Highest Power. 
 
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 Has wakened from their sleep of death, — 
 Revivified by Hope's sweet breath 
 
 They rise in might, 
 Till all the forces and the tho't 
 That ruled your past are bro't to nought 
 
 And put to flight. 
 
 So here I bid you seek the Light 
 
 Which beams from Highest Planes of Right: 
 
 The Right of All, 
 While still I warn you hold in view 
 That noblest phase of Truth to you: 
 
 The Truth of All, 
 For thus the Strength of All grows yours, 
 And thus the Might Which All Insures 
 
 Awaits your call; 
 The Love of All shall then attend 
 Your earthly steps, till to your end 
 
 Shall follow all! 
 
 ®Ijr ^ovt 0f All. 
 
 /jThis Great Appeal which thus I make 
 Must needs be to him of the Race 
 Who would be great for Greatness sake: 
 
 Who longs not so for wealth and place 
 As knowledge of the True and Real; 
 
 Who from himself would fain unfold 
 Those traits and powers he must feel 
 
 Are better, far, than all men's gold — 
 
 The Love of All. 215 
 
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 That consciousness of strength and joy 
 Which makes all earthly riches cheap 
 
 Beside this Good he can employ 
 To wake the Worlds that in him sleep. 
 
 One came to me, not long ago, 
 
 And chided me too much I tho't 
 Upon This Which I Am, I know; 
 
 Who said to me my mind was wro't 
 To "narrowness", "insanity". 
 
 By dwelling, thus, too much upon 
 What he would term "philosophy"; 
 
 This Truth within me which has grown 
 To be the wonder of my years, 
 
 Has freed my body from its pains, 
 Has made me brave in spite of fears 
 
 And which my all of good retains. 
 
 Here I would tell to anyone 
 
 Who thus may hold, his words ring not 
 To note of truth, nor he begun 
 
 To grasp the compass of this Tho't: 
 That soul is blind who 'd glimpse in this 
 
 A force for anything but strength; 
 For truest comfort, highest bliss: 
 
 Nay, this Great Word contains the Length 
 And All the Breadth of Universe; 
 
 Contains all things that Man can know. 
 And is the Actuating Force 
 
 Of all of Nature, "high," or "low"! 
 
 Would say to me. Oh, You Who Sleep, 
 That What Is ALL contains aught less; 
 
 216 The Love of All. 
 
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 Assert that Reason, pure and deep, 
 
 Can work in mind but wholesomeness; 
 Affirm that Fact, when given forth. 
 
 Can e'er comprise what is not sure; 
 Would claim Eternity gives birth 
 
 To that which shall not Aye endure; 
 Contend that narrowness can come 
 
 To one whose tho'ts are of the All, 
 And which the Vast Creations roam 
 
 Where nought save Grandeur waits his call? 
 
 That Which Is All Must Boundless Be; 
 
 That which is good must needs be true; 
 That mind which grasps Infinity 
 
 Must hold the strength which All endues. 
 Fear not to contemplate the Word 
 
 Which brings you all that "AW includes: 
 Fear not to wield the Magic Sword 
 
 That overcomes all giants rude: 
 Drink deep from out the Cup of "All" 
 
 The Wine of Wisdom and of Peace, 
 Nor let one drop of ' 'evil' ' spoil 
 
 The Visions of Your Drunkenness! 
 
 If Nature's Essence is but True; 
 
 If in the Soul of You is nought 
 But that one hope for good of you, 
 
 While evil in your frame is not, 
 Then I would ask of ev'ry man 
 
 Who longs for Right, who hears this voice. 
 Or who, perchance, these lines may scan: — 
 
 Why not in All of Good rejoice? 
 
 The Love of All. 217 
 
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 For if the world and men contain 
 
 No form of evil and no wrongs, 
 Then in the Real there is no pain, 
 
 While All of Good to Man belongs. 
 
 Claim not for Self a ''part" of All: 
 
 Think not to gain from any less 
 The satisfaction of your Soul, — 
 
 That sweet content and happiness 
 Which must the love of all command, 
 
 Nor give aught less than all your love 
 If you would hold within your hand 
 
 The majesty and might that move 
 The world of men to do the will 
 
 Of him who holds the Love of Good 
 And who shall find within his All 
 
 That "All of Good" must All include. 
 
 Before the Will of All must bend 
 
 All lesser wills and lesser minds, 
 While to the one the All shall lend 
 
 Who in the Love-of-All e'er finds 
 The sole dependence of his tho't, 
 
 While at his will all things shall move 
 Who holds that mind which "All" has bro^t. 
 
 And who shall give his All of Love. 
 Thus says My All: "Nought is but All," 
 
 For All is One and All is Good, 
 And ev'ry love of less must fall 
 
 When all this Truth have understood! 
 
 218 The Love of Ml. 
 
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 ®0 M^ Ban, 
 
 gfo You, Oh, My Son, 
 
 On whom these, mine earthly eyes, 
 Have not rested for many months, 
 I give to you this commandment — 
 If in Your Own Great World 
 You hold me wise — 
 While I admonish you 
 And to this end I charge you 
 That if you love me 
 You will perform these acts I bid. 
 For then you will conform 
 To this, my law, 
 Not because I so have said, 
 But because your love shall spur you on 
 To prove yourself of wisdom full 
 Such as comes not from the books of men 
 As they are written in these days. 
 But such as bursts afrom the Soul 
 Of him 
 
 Who has suffered and has bled; 
 Who has striven and was slain; 
 Who has desired all 
 That is held good of men; 
 Who much has gained and all has lost; 
 Who oft has found in loss a gain, — 
 What seemed success but hidden pain; 
 Who has submitted his body 
 To the inquisitions of men's law 
 And who has conquered his flesh 
 So it must walk in Ways of Good, 
 
 To My Son. 219 
 
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 Speaking ever at the command 
 
 Of Supremest Purpose and Right: 
 
 Not because I have admonished you 
 
 Shall you seek for the Motives of You, 
 
 Resting passive and submissive 
 
 To that Love-of-Good which is the sure 
 
 And perfect "Soul" of You, 
 
 But because you even so shall virish to do. 
 
 Again I charge you that you shall 
 
 Forget the Part, in love of All, 
 
 While I would suggest that in ev'ry step 
 
 You hold close to your human heart 
 
 The Hope of that Mighty One 
 
 Who in the Truth You shall become: 
 
 You I command to bend your ear, 
 
 And this, my voice, in all things hear, 
 
 Compelling not your fellow-man 
 
 By harsh authority, nor thru his fear: 
 
 Not because I have pronounced my word, 
 
 But by reason of your mighty love of him. 
 
 Which shall make you wish that he be free 
 
 In that sweetest form of Liberty 
 
 Which you. My Child, shall find. 
 
 I warn you that out of your cravings, 
 
 Your longings and your desirings 
 
 Nor all and aught for which men strive 
 
 Nothing shall you ever gain 
 
 But emptiness and sudden pain — 
 
 When won by else than Love! 
 
 Should e'er you long for woman's love 
 
 This you shall hold in view: — 
 
 Your love is that which is contained 
 
 220 To My Son. 
 
TWO CONSUMMATION 
 
 Within yourself — How shall she know 
 
 Your love unless your words and deeds 
 
 Proclaim that which is held in you? 
 
 No love shall e'en deserve the name 
 
 That cannot suffer, and resign 
 
 The object of its wish. 
 
 Forswear the aim to win her love 
 
 By artful ruse or selfish wile, 
 
 And patient wait upon her call 
 
 Before you at her feet shall fall 
 
 To plead your cause of love. 
 
 What you desire leave at peace 
 
 To come and go whene'er it please, 
 
 Yet hold your mind in attitude 
 
 Of friendliness to things of good: 
 
 Should she you love in freedom come 
 
 And offer you her gifts of love, 
 
 I charge you that you shall 
 
 In nought her love repel. 
 
 But that you do accept, 
 
 In freedom and in trust complete. 
 
 That which she lays before your feet; 
 
 That you shall hold your body true 
 
 And daily in your tho't renew 
 
 Your will no harm to her to do 
 
 In any simple word or deed. 
 
 Thus you shall walk. Beloved Child, 
 
 Not because the law commands. 
 
 But that your love of Noblest Good 
 
 Shall lift you to the place where stood 
 
 The very best and greatest of all men. 
 
 Should wealth be tendered you to use 
 
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 I charge you to refuse 
 
 It not, but hold yourself 
 
 The master of your wealth, 
 
 And not its slave, 
 
 To use in all the pow'r of gain 
 
 To benefit the Race of Men, 
 
 But not as good to hoard and save. 
 
 Should fame and honors unto you 
 
 Be given from the love of men, 
 
 I charge you that you use them well 
 
 For the good and weal of all. 
 
 Repel no good that comes to you 
 
 And asks you for your noblest love: 
 
 In like true faith give back your all 
 
 To those who for your aid may call. 
 
 While seeking not to force your good 
 
 In any state nor any phase. 
 
 Nor seek in anything to place 
 
 A bondage on whatever you love, 
 
 For Love holds not by word nor deed^ 
 
 And holding speaks the mind of greed 
 
 Who lusts for dominance and power! 
 
 I charge you that you shall permit 
 
 The Greatness in you to come forth 
 
 And tell to all your truest worth. 
 
 Bidding that you thus shall do 
 
 With intent not to win applause, 
 
 Nor from a selfish tho't or cause. 
 
 But that Greatness you shall love 
 
 With overwhelming might of love; 
 
 Not that so I bid you live, 
 
 But that so you are and would. 
 
 222 To My Son. 
 
TWO CONSUMMATION 
 
 As like to surge of ocean- wave 
 Upon a storm-swept coast, 
 Shall come the sounds of those who rave 
 Upon the things of Earth; who boast 
 Of what they will and shall and must: 
 Their howlings shall, in many words, 
 Salute your ears, to mind deceive, 
 While these shall wish that you believe 
 As do their books prescribe: 
 To you they also will describe 
 A pit of torments and of hells 
 Should you to do their will refuse; — 
 Here I would charge you, Child of Love, 
 Hold well yourself in all above 
 Their swift deceptions and their lies, 
 Believing what your mind descries 
 To be the Truth, and nothing else! 
 To you shall evidence be bro't 
 Of that from "good" and "evil" wro't, 
 Yet ne'er be taken by surprise. 
 Nor once consent to compromise 
 Upon a word that holds a part 
 Of anything but shall comprise 
 The All and Wholeness of the Truth. 
 This you shall do, not that / charge, 
 But from your will that you emerge 
 From out the darkness of men's night 
 Into the beauty and the light 
 Of highest, sweetest, noblest life. 
 
 Some men shall speak to you 
 
 In words that seem as partly true. 
 
 Of "gods", of "spirits", and of "souls". 
 
 To My Son, 223 
 
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 To make of them a mystery, 
 
 Pretending they have eyes to see 
 
 What yours can not, nor you behold. 
 
 Within your Reason think of all 
 
 That they have said, and from their gold 
 
 Wash out the grains of worthless sand, 
 
 Nor let the glitter of the false 
 
 E'er draw your search from what is true 
 
 In working out the Good of You. 
 
 Straight you shall glean, when you have sought 
 
 Within yourself what has been bro't 
 
 Unto the vision of Your Tho't 
 
 That all the "god" whom Man can know 
 
 Is what of Good to him shall flow; 
 
 That god and soul and spirit pure 
 
 Is that which in you shall endure 
 
 Forevermore, to over-rule 
 
 This life of yours, to be the school 
 
 Wherein you all of worth must learn: 
 
 Your "soul and spirit" ("destiny") 
 
 Is that which makes you whole and free; — 
 
 That mind which drives you on to do 
 
 The greatest deeds the world e'er knew: 
 
 The Motive of Your Life must he 
 
 The Ultimate of Destiny, 
 
 Which ever seeks for greater height 
 
 Of Good, of Greatness and of Light. 
 
 Some men shall tell you 'tis your "soul" 
 
 That drives you on to higher goal; 
 
 That causes you so to aspire 
 
 Unto the good which you desire, 
 
 Yet you shall learn from What You Are 
 
 224 To My Son. 
 
TWO CONSUMMATION 
 
 That 'tis the Love-of-Good within 
 Which is the Actuating Force 
 Of Your Own Holy Universe, 
 Guiding you upon the course 
 O'er which your feet must tread; 
 To live is but to love the Good, 
 While truest love of All of Good 
 Is most of Life and most of Truth, 
 And I would have your days of youth 
 Evolve to Manhood's stronger years 
 En freed from all those doubts and fears 
 Which men would lay upon your mind. 
 Which now enslave all Humankind 
 In chains of vice and poverty, 
 Of sickness and iniquity. 
 
 Again I bid you hold most dear 
 Your Love of Self: Dismiss each fear 
 That you possess not all the might 
 To overcome what would affright; 
 Thus over Self reign all-supreme, 
 Unawed by what to men must seem 
 The all-consuming fire of Hate: 
 Thus regal in your single state. 
 Rule firm your words and deeds: 
 Beware of man-made laws and creeds, 
 Their unions and their brotherhoods: 
 Bind not yourself with vows nor chains. 
 And heed you well none other reigns 
 Within the Universe You Are. 
 Deceive no man by art nor guile, 
 Nor let a lie the Truth defile 
 Of All You Are. 
 
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 This you shall do, not that / would, 
 
 But that you love Your Own Great Good — 
 
 Because you so in all desire. 
 
 I charge you, be in all things great; 
 
 The tho't of "Greatness" contemplate; 
 
 Nobility and grandeur show 
 
 In all those things which from you flow» 
 
 And by your speech and actions prove 
 
 The perfect nature of your love, 
 
 Not because I bid, but that so you love. 
 
 Think All, know All, be All, do All, 
 
 So you shall ne'er be held as small, 
 
 Nor pitiful, nor mean, nor poor; 
 
 Then shall your steps walk ever sure 
 
 To the Highest Good of You, 
 
 While "Greatness" shall your mind endue 
 
 With all the power and the strength 
 
 Sufficient to the breadth and length 
 
 Of these, your days. 
 
 Well shall you learn. Child of My Youth, 
 In Your Own Mouth is All of Truth: 
 All books and bibles came from nought 
 Save what was borne in Human tho't: 
 'T was out of Man all knowledge grew 
 And Man knows now all Man e'er knew: 
 Within Yourself you must conceal 
 All wisdom Mind e'er did reveal, 
 For Man are you, and hold Man's All; 
 Need but permit Your Tho't to call 
 Unto those Powers who e'er seek 
 That same Great End for which you came 
 
 226 To My Son. 
 
TWO CONSUMMATION 
 
 To occupy your mortal frame, — 
 
 Your Highest Good,— the Love of All: 
 
 Your Wish for Good shall thus be blest 
 
 With all those loves and motives best 
 
 Which have been held in human mind, 
 
 While all about you you shall find 
 
 Those gifts which Wisdom lays before 
 
 Whoever learns the Spirit's Lore 
 
 And that no knowledge can be his 
 
 Save that He IS! 
 
 For only you your body acts; 
 
 Your Motive True your mouth aye speaks, 
 
 To clear-announce to all who hear 
 
 That Purpose which you hold most dear; 
 
 Your deeds can nothing but show forth 
 
 That Love-of-Good which gave you birth; 
 
 Which is Your Source, Your All, Your End; 
 
 To Whose Stern Dictum all things bend. 
 
 The Soul of Earth, of Sea, of Air, 
 
 Is but the Purpose, Pure and Fair — 
 
 The Actuating Force and Power — 
 
 Of which you are the Perfect Flower; 
 
 That Destiny which drives you on 
 
 To Higher Good is but the ONE 
 
 Who Is the All of All You See 
 
 And Is the Source of All To Be: 
 
 Your Hope in ev'ry passioned breath, 
 
 Your Rest beyond the Vale of Death, 
 
 The Answer to Your Dying Prayer 
 
 Can be no more than What You Are; 
 
 Your Sweet, Eternal LOVE-OF-GOOD! 
 
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 JJackward some two thousand years. 
 To where a diff'rent world appears, 
 My tho't on spirit-wing now flies, 
 
 Until beside that One I stand 
 Within whose song the meaning lies 
 Of this religion of your Land, 
 To ask of him to tell to me 
 From whence came Christianity. 
 
 'T is he who on far Patmos Isle 
 Before whose sight All did defile, 
 Earth's secrets there to clear-reveal, 
 
 Whose Spirit now before me stands; 
 Who in the Soul of All the Real 
 Would lay on me His Holy Hands, 
 To send me forward on the Road 
 That leads to Higher, Purer Grood. 
 
 One Spirit is the Perfect Tho't 
 That unto me My Best has bro't. 
 Whose Wisdom now declares to me 
 
 That if "The Gospels"! would learn 
 I need but look Within to see 
 The Truth of what I would discern, 
 To spell to Man the noble lore 
 Of those Great Souls gone on before. 
 
 One wrote alone the Gospels Four — 
 That One whose tho't could highest soar 
 To view the Throne of Grandest Good, 
 And could to Man the tale relate 
 
 228 The Gospels. 
 
TWO CONSUMMATION 
 
 Of what he saw where Angels stood; 
 Where Son of Man, in royal state, 
 Called to him all the things of Earth, 
 To question them upon their worth. 
 
 Perhaps the Nazarene was slain, 
 Tho seems for Truth he died in vain, 
 For while the Poet wrote full- well 
 
 And truly did his mortal task 
 To wond'rous fair the story tell, 
 Still, when of Spirit now I ask, 
 Sad comes the answer back to me 
 From out the Soul's Infinity: 
 
 "Dost thou not see, Thyself Within, 
 The Hist'ry of the One so slain: 
 Thy Pure and Perfect LOVE-OF-GOOD, 
 
 Who, on a cross of greed and shame. 
 Poured forth His Life's Out-rushing Blood? 
 Canst thou not see *t is but the name 
 My Poem gave that Hope-for-Joy 
 Which all Man's pains cannot destroy? 
 
 "Those Jews who slew the Savior Blest 
 But typify those tho'ts thou hast 
 When clingest thou to selfishness; 
 
 When in Thy Own Great World survey 
 One sure belief in 'wickedness', 
 Which to thy mind can nought repay 
 Save Judas' treachery and death. 
 Drawn into Life on Error's breath. 
 
 ' 'Dost see the Cross on which was shed 
 Thy Earthly Hope's last drop of blood? 
 
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 Canst see the Tomb wherein Thy Good 
 
 Seemed buried an Eternity: 
 Yet didst behold how Angels trod 
 On guard before the Grave of Thee? 
 Canst see the Resurrection Dawn 
 Break over all thou gazest on? 
 
 "All this thou seest, Son of Man, 
 As back Thy Path of Life dost scan: 
 Thru Crucifixion thou hast come 
 
 Unto Thy Blest and Sweet Reward, 
 And findest in Thy Spirit Home 
 The Secret Key to that (My Word) 
 Which Emperors and prelates took 
 To bind men's necks with slavish yoke!" 
 
 Thus are your Gospels read to me 
 From out the Spirit of the Free: 
 Thus must the Knowledge of the Years 
 
 Reveal to me the Purpose Good 
 So hid behind a mist of tears — 
 So red and stained with Martyrs' blood — 
 Thru rape of lust its beauty lost 
 And buried 'neath the Ages' dust. 
 
 Good Spirits wait before the Tomb 
 To wrest the Sleeper from his doom 
 While "Angel-Hosts" are but the Tho't 
 
 And Purposes of Good in All, 
 Which for each Son of Man have fought 
 In answer to his passioned call 
 Unto that Hope he feared was dead, 
 Or from his days forever sped. 
 
 230 The Gospels. 
 
TWO CONSUMMATION 
 
 Pure Angels from before the Throne — 
 Great ThoHs have rolled away the Stone 
 So all my Hope and Joy can rise 
 
 From out the damp of Sorrow's Night, 
 To glimpse again the glowing skies 
 So brightly tinted in Love's Light, 
 Thence to be borne on Truth's Strong Wings 
 Up to the Heights where Glory sings! 
 
 No Paul nor Constantin shall wrest 
 
 From me this Love of All the Best, 
 
 Nor with his laws of selfishness 
 
 (His words that recognize the Less) 
 Shall take from me this consciousness 
 Of Hope and Joy and Happiness 
 My Resurrection Morn has bro't 
 Into this World of My Own Tho't! 
 
 What tho the Man called Jesus died? 
 What tho the writers may have lied? 
 The fact seems immaterial 
 
 To this one life and hope we know, 
 Yet shows the Allegory well 
 Those Virtues which from us can flow, 
 Which One arrayed in Garb of Light 
 To prove to men Man's Holy Might. 
 
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 ®Ij? Pooler of (SlonmttiXBntss, 
 
 I 
 
 fflTistening, keen, attentive, at the feet 
 
 Of those the World calls "masters" have I sat, 
 To hear them o'er again the tale repeat 
 Of sin and sorrow, crime and bitter wrong; 
 To harken as they sang again the old and dismal song 
 Of how the Race is now deprived of liberty 
 And plunged in depths of poverty and misery 
 By the selfishness of those who rule and reign, 
 Till to this mind has come in force again 
 The tho't of Man's creative power 
 To bring to hand that ever-longed-for hour 
 When All of Life shall see and know 
 The wonders Consciousness can show 
 To ev'ry creature on this Earthly Plane 
 Who in the Spirit has been bom again. 
 
 II 
 To all those things Man does not believe 
 He in no wise can faithful be, nor once perceive; 
 Without faith or knowledge (Consciousness) 
 They have no being in His Own Great Universe 
 And in His Truth such truths are not at all: 
 Those sounds Man never hears upon his senses fall 
 As nothingness, and from his tho't no answers call; 
 Those rays of color and of light which sees he not 
 (Which thus evoke no recognition from his tho't) 
 Have never shone within that World of Mind 
 Which ev'ry Man and which the Race must find 
 Within their very Selves, when knowledge true they 
 seek 
 
 232 1 he Power of Consciousness. 
 
TWO CONSUMMATION 
 
 Of how they best can lift the weight of Sorrow's gall- 
 ing yoke. 
 
 Ill 
 Does Evil riot, Shame dismay, along the City's street? 
 Does evidence of pain and misery your vision greet 
 Whichever way you turn the seeing of your eyes, 
 While loud the sounds of Hate your ears surprise 
 As forward on Life's Journey swift you pass? 
 Does all the World seem but a seething mass 
 Of ignorance and selfishness and vice? 
 Yet know you not that all your protest nice 
 Will never work a single cure, nor ever curb 
 The foulness of the odors that your sense disturb? 
 Still, Man can make this Earth all-good 
 When he has only once his own pure being understood; 
 When he has reached but once the sure perception 
 That "sin" and "crime" are nought but a deception 
 That he upon himself has willed to place, 
 Thus on himself, has laid on all the Race. 
 
 IV 
 It is a truth, in Reason's Light, to Man himself is 
 
 giv'n 
 The pow'r to make his night a day, to change his hell 
 
 to heav'n. 
 When Consciousness has left a form, ere long it dis- 
 appears; 
 Thru Conscioiisness Life's Essence works; 'tis Con- 
 
 sciousness that rears 
 All images, all shapes, all things of which minds 
 
 think or dream. 
 Thus Life and Consciousness and ThoH the same in 
 purpose seem; 
 
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 The Principle that under-lies each sep'rate being is 
 
 The Love-of- Greater- Good, the wish to make it his. 
 
 The Universal Tho't vibrated thru all Sense 
 
 Bespeaks the Unity of All in Love-of-Good intense: 
 
 All Life is thus but One, all Tho't the same; in fact 
 
 'T is thru the Consciousness of Man the Highest Law- 
 must act. 
 
 Man's Spirit Will can hold control of all Man's con- 
 scious tho't — 
 
 When cleared from cognizance of "sin", from fear 
 and carping doubt 
 
 Of his own might to make his World all good, all true, 
 all pure. 
 
 Evolving from Now's transient pain to joys that shall 
 endure: 
 
 Thru Human Tho't on Human Lives the Cosmic Forces 
 course 
 
 And thru his ThoH Man must command for Good his 
 Universe: 
 
 Destroying in Its Consciousness belief in wrong and 
 pain 
 
 This Race shall raise up Beauty's form and win Love's 
 sweetest gain. 
 
 V 
 
 Vibrating thru the Cosmic Form the Cosmic Spirit 
 
 thrills; 
 Whate'er Man knows, whate'er he feels, his sep'rate 
 
 being wills: 
 Discarnate "Sin", Incarnate "Bad", speak to his list'- 
 
 ning Soul, 
 As well as Waves of Spirit Love that 'round his senses 
 
 roll: 
 
 234 The Power of Consciousness. 
 
TWO CONSUMMATION 
 
 Conditions are what men create or welcome in their 
 
 tho't: 
 From out the Well of Racial Mind the Racial Water 's 
 
 bro't: 
 'Tis thru prismatic Consciousness the Racial Light 
 
 must stream ; 
 In Consciousness the Race must bar those Rays which 
 
 evil seem. 
 Destroying con^ciou^sness of wrong destroys Wrong's 
 
 life and power: 
 The holding firm of Beauty's Tho't brings forth Art's 
 
 perfect flower: 
 Believing in the Good in All makes Man accord with 
 
 Good, 
 Till 'round him have been drawn those Waves with 
 
 Good's Own Might endued. 
 
 VI 
 
 Then Man, the Individual, has but one earthly duty, 
 Which is to make of his own world a place of heaven- 
 ly beauty 
 By holding tho'ts of worth and truth, perceiving Right 
 
 in All; 
 Destroying consciou,sness of guilt, of tho'ts that would 
 
 recall 
 A sense of loss, resentment, shame; erecting, thus, 
 
 a dam 
 'Gainst streams of "evil"-loving souls, 'gainst Death's 
 
 pretentious sham; 
 Thus letting only that flow forth which sparkles 
 
 sweet and clear, 
 All freed from mud of jealousy and silt and filth of 
 
 fear. 
 
 The Power of Consciousness. 235 
 
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 Life's Currents pour not "wickedness", but Hope and 
 
 Purity; 
 'Tis Man who has defined the "crime", and not the 
 
 Deity; 
 So now 'tis Man's to work the cure, to strain the 
 
 rushing flood 
 And turn the stormy sea of "bad" to overwhelming 
 
 Good. 
 
 VII 
 Cease, then, your vain protests and cries, but go to 
 
 work Within 
 To heal your own disease of Will, your faith in "in- 
 born sin": 
 Shriek out no more in helpless woe, no longes rage 
 
 aloud 
 Against the Power Which put you here; blame now 
 
 no more your "God" 
 For stenches that arise from you, Oh, crowd of feeble 
 
 souls. 
 Because of your own filth of tho't, who are nought 
 
 else than ghouls 
 Who sink your fangs, hyena-like, with screaming, 
 
 fiendish glee. 
 In ev'ry carcase you can scent, in ev'ry corse you see^ 
 Reincarnating, thus, in Self the "evils" you decry. 
 And breathing Immortality into what else must die ! 
 Your Spirit is the Racial Tho't, the Racial Good and 
 
 Gain; 
 'T is only by promoting these your own you can attain: 
 Waste no more strength in vain appeal, but raise the 
 
 Race Ideal 
 By finding in yourself Your Best, in Knowledge of 
 
 the Real! 
 
 236 l%e Power of Coasciousness. 
 
TWO CONSUMMATION 
 
 2^lje Mavh, 
 
 /TTheories, ennunciations; 
 
 Paradoxes, contradictions; 
 Churches, governments and schools; 
 Adults, children; wise or fools; 
 Criminal and sanctified; 
 Hate triumphant; love denied; 
 Weak and strong; poor and wealthy; 
 Proud and humble, sick or healthy; 
 Hard or soft, sharp or blunted; 
 Stout or slender, tall or stunted; 
 Small or large, great or little; 
 Brave or dastard; pliant, brittle; 
 Gain or failure, here or there; 
 Light or dark, brune or fair; 
 Victorious, with conquest sated, 
 Or to doom of vanquished fated; 
 Yesterday, perhaps tomorrow; 
 Ecstacy or throb of sorrow; 
 Life or death; hell or heaven; 
 O'er Man's path his words are driven 
 As a herd of heedless cattle. 
 Careless of the stress of battle, 
 Marking not how goes the dollar. 
 Noting not the high-browed scholar 
 Bending o'er his dictionary, 
 Striving from their ranks contrary 
 To contrive a useful tho't: 
 Words of love and words of duty, 
 Words of worth and words of beauty; 
 Words of hatred and of sadness, 
 
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 Words of folly and of madness; 
 
 Flaming in undying glory, 
 
 Dying in an untold story; 
 
 Piercing hearts and rending garments, 
 
 Curing wounds and marking moments 
 
 With the luster of a jewel 
 
 Casting back the Day's Renewal; 
 
 Curse of Heaven, hope of devils; 
 
 Joy of Angels; height of levels; 
 
 Words are nothing and are futile, 
 
 Words are all in meaning subtile: 
 
 Words, controlling Sun and Planet, 
 
 Soft as velvet, hard as granite; 
 
 Words are tho'ts exprest and silent, 
 
 Stern, unyielding; gentle, pliant: 
 
 Words are forms of gloom and brightness; 
 
 Words are fairies in their lightness 
 
 Or are cumb'rous weights and cares, 
 
 Calling up a throng of fears. 
 
 Sounds and colors find expression 
 
 Thru the words of lip-confession 
 
 In the world of living men. 
 
 To be turned, in tho't, again 
 
 Into sounds and forms and colors. 
 
 Atmospheres and tastes and odors: 
 
 Words, conveying meaning never 
 
 Twice the same, nor now nor ever 
 
 Waking tho'ts in sep'rate minds 
 
 But must vary in their kinds: 
 
 Words express all men's emotions. 
 
 Seas of grief and loving oceans: 
 
 In men's minds words call to be 
 
 238 The Word. 
 
TWO CONSUMMATION 
 
 Ev'ry form that Man can see; 
 
 Ev'ry sound that Man can hear, 
 
 High or low, from far or near; 
 
 Ev'ry odor wafted to him, 
 
 Ev'ry sense that ever knew him, 
 
 Ev'ry World External phase 
 
 Is unto his mental gaze 
 
 Bro't to light of consciousness 
 
 By the tho't that words express. 
 
 And from Tho't is re-translated 
 
 Into form and force related 
 
 To the World of Outer Sense. 
 
 E'en the Universe Immense 
 
 Is a Tho't in Words exprest — 
 
 Is a Word to Man addressed: 
 
 Man is but the Word once spoken 
 
 Of Life's Promise, never broken. 
 
 Words are nought save Man's Creation: 
 
 Man Himself 's the clear relation 
 
 Of his tho'ts in Words poured forth 
 
 To the residents of Earth: 
 
 Man can choose a word of terror, 
 
 Thus his being make the mirror 
 
 Of the purpose and the tho't 
 
 Held within the word so frought — 
 
 May be Love exprest and spoken, 
 
 Or may be in anguish broken 
 
 On the rack of Hate's grim laws. 
 
 Finding choice of Words the cause 
 
 Of his agony and pain. 
 
 Or his truest, noblest gain. 
 
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 Choose, My Brother, well and bravely, 
 
 As the ranks of Words march gravely, 
 
 Silently, before your gaze: 
 
 Find that Word which all your days 
 
 Shall increase the satisfaction 
 
 Of Your Highest Source of Action; 
 
 Shall express your love of knowing; 
 
 Shall denote your joy in growing 
 
 In the wisest and the best 
 
 That can be by words exprest: 
 
 Having found the Word That Made You, 
 
 Never let the Tho't evade you 
 
 That your soul-word brings to mind. 
 
 In Your Word your strength to find 
 
 Thru all stress of storm and sorrow. 
 
 Thru today and thru tomorrow; 
 
 O'er contention and commotion. 
 
 Over land and over ocean 
 
 Let Your Spirit Voice be heard 
 
 Speaking Aye Your Great Pass- Word! 
 
 All J0 ICnu?. 
 
 fave I not told you, Sorrow's Great Son, 
 That all is included within the ONE; 
 That nothing is there but must express 
 
 The Source of your joy and your happiness; 
 The End of your pain and your misery; 
 
 The Story of Life and of Destiny; 
 The solving of mystery and doom, 
 
 Dispelling your sadness, lighting your gloom ; 
 Strength to sustain you in hours of need; 
 
 The Harvest of Victory — Valor's just meed? 
 
 240 Ml Is Love. 
 
TWO CONSUMMATION 
 
 The Universe speaks but Love's power to spend, 
 
 In spending, the errors of gaining to mend: 
 The Atoms attract 'neath the Microscope's eye 
 
 Just as the Stars thru the Firmament fly: 
 The Suns and the Planets swing ever in rhyme 
 
 To the Meter of Love, while her Baton beats time; 
 The stroke of the Pendulum, thru its whole course, 
 
 Must all the Story of Man's Hopes rehearse — 
 Drawn by Earth's love to the depths of its gain, — 
 
 Up then swift' flying in spasm of pain. 
 
 In positive fall and in negative rise 
 
 Sweep the Vast Worlds thru the Infinite Skies, 
 Drawing together until they shall thrill 
 
 With all the Love their great bodies can fill: 
 Spending their power in sorrow and grief, 
 
 To find thus in giving their only relief. 
 Until by the might of Affinity's Arm 
 
 They are drawn to Love 's Bosom, tender and warm, 
 There to be satisfied, filled and repelled. 
 
 Torn by the agony vict'ry has held. 
 
 Falling and rising in time to Life's Song; 
 
 Borne on the Current, sweeping and strong, 
 Pulsing and throbbing thru each and o'er all; 
 
 Echoing back the Melodious Call 
 Sent by the Tho't of Truth and of Right 
 
 Out of the Realms of Creative Might, 
 Tremble the hopes of aspiring Man, 
 
 Finding that nothing is held in Life's Span 
 Bat Purest Vibration, the Longing of Love 
 
 Gushed from the Heart the Eternities Move. 
 
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 Fear not to dwell on the tho't of Love's Gift; 
 
 Know that in Love is the power to lift 
 The burdens of men from their minds and their 
 
 frames, 
 
 For Love is the Word, that Sweetest of Names, 
 Which bro't forth from Chaos the Earth and the Sun, 
 
 The Tho't of the Unit, the Undying ONE 
 Who Lives in the Light of the Love of the Best; 
 
 Who Finds in Love's Purpose His Glory Exprest — 
 To thrill thus with rapture of happiness bro't 
 
 Into Your All of Harmonious Tho't! 
 
 In Love grows your being attuned to the All; 
 
 Thus answers the Beat of the Infinite Soul, 
 As Consciousness springs on the Dawn's Perfect Ray 
 
 Into the Light of Eternity's Day, 
 Freed from Earth's cares and trials and pains; 
 
 Far from Earth's sorrows, forever remains 
 Pulsing in Harmony, gladly to sing 
 
 The praises of Joyousness bro't on Love's Wing — 
 Creator, Redeemer, — when Earth is done, 
 
 Absorbed in the Love of All in the ONE! 
 
 gjpeaks now within the Soul of Me the Voice of 
 
 Power, 
 To warn me that ere long must come the hour 
 When from my ease and idleness I shall arise, 
 Afar away shall cast those tho'ts which now comprise 
 The lives and minds of most of Earth-born men; 
 
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 The Flaming Torch of Truth shall lift on high, and 
 
 then, 
 Like tongue of fire, athwart this World shall leap 
 The Spirits of the Mighty Ones who sleep 
 Within the all-including purpose held in "all for each", 
 Called into being by those Hopes which reach 
 Far out into the Arches of the Firmament, 
 Where watches Sweetest, Purest Love, on Good intent: 
 Sweet Love, who stands on guard beside the Gate 
 Thru which each Son of Man must pass, and where 
 
 his Fate 
 Shall bear him on to Heaven's Bound, 
 Where all that Man has sought in Love is found. 
 
 Swelling, growing, gushing, sweeping all before; 
 Roaring like the floods that out the mountains pour 
 Shall the Angel-Host descend, while men shall bow 
 Before the Form of ONE they know not now; 
 Homes not built on Love shall burst in twain; 
 Strong governments shall fall thru men's disdain; 
 The churches shall for aye their creeds forswear 
 As all shall kneel as one before the altar fair 
 That Love shall rear: Tho for a space 
 Some men may strive, yet in the end the Race 
 Shall know the Truth, and broken hearts shall heal, 
 For Reason to the minds of men shall clear-reveal 
 Those ways of righteousness and highest gain 
 Wherein each one shall find relief from bonds and pain, 
 From fear of loss, from sense of wrong and sin. 
 Reborn is Love, shall seek in Love his All to win! 
 
 In Love alone, and only there, Man's Soul is satisfied: 
 
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 E'en tho the World a million years has unto him denied 
 His right to love that which is good, yet he shall see 
 That laws are vain which would withhold his Destiny: 
 By Might of Spirit, by Holy Purpose actuated, 
 Man's tho'ts shall soring beyond the bondage hated 
 Of all control and goveanment upon him laid 
 By those who hitherto have been of Good afraid; 
 Who Love have feared, lest Love should break 
 The yoke of selfishness from off another's neck: 
 Yet Love is strong to liberate, and Man's One Soul, 
 Which forces him to grander deed, to aye a higher goal, 
 Is Purest Love, while soul and mind and body are but 
 
 one: 
 From Love came forth his frame, and swift Man's 
 
 must run 
 In Love's pursuit, if he would find his fairest state 
 And in the eyes of men reach to his Purpose Great! 
 
 Then I would make this Life ring true to that Great 
 
 Word 
 Which Keyed the Grand Creative Song, and Angels 
 
 heard 
 Burst from the Strings the Jewelled Hand of Good 
 
 Had Swept; 
 Those Pure and Perfect Strains which Fear has kept 
 Imprisoned in the souls of men, but which again 
 Fair Love shall free: In Love I would remain 
 That I may catch, and sing anew, that Purest Song 
 Which Good Forever Echoes, and which the cycles long 
 Of Constellations and of Suns mark but the beat; 
 Which Nature in her ev'ry mood can nothing but re- 
 peat 
 Yet Man has long ignored: Long has he closed his ear 
 
 244 Love's Reward is Love. 
 
TWO CONSUMMATION 
 
 To Love's Ecstatic Song, yet that he e'en must hear 
 If he would win his highest prize and make his own 
 His heritage of peace now strange, all over-grown 
 With weeds and brambles planted deep by his own 
 
 greed 
 And his intent to on the flesh of others feed! 
 
 If All is Love, and Love is All, Man need win only 
 
 Love 
 To win his All, nor can his tho't e'er reach above 
 The Love of All, nor higher motive can he hold 
 Than this: — The All of Love, which must the All 
 
 enfold 
 If Love is All: nor greater message can be mine 
 Than this sweet tho't of Love; so I would shine 
 Before the face of men with the radiance of the Love 
 Which from withi n I can effuse, with words to move 
 Men's hearts to larger, truer love than now they know,- 
 A Love that feeds on Love alone, a purer Love to grow: 
 A Love that sets all free of bonds, of sin's or sorrow's 
 
 blight; 
 A Love that drives afar all fear and makes a day of 
 
 night; [deed, 
 
 E'en such a Love I would express in ev'ry word and 
 To reap the harvest on this Earth of Love's well-plant- 
 ed seed; 
 Pure Love, that burns this body's lusts and doubts 
 
 and cares away. 
 And frees this Soul to grasp Its Own, fair with the 
 
 Light of Day! 
 
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 fnwrr Olljru Jattly. 
 
 fost Dearly Beloved of My Life, 
 My tho't springs out to greet you 
 As in my mind I enfold 
 The body of you within my arms; 
 I caress you in tenderness and in love, 
 And gently I breathe a blessing upon your days: 
 I behold you happy and free. 
 Joyous in health and power; 
 Gone are the old-time aches and pains; 
 Flown are the old-time cares and troubles; 
 Triumphant you lift your head. 
 While Love speaks Truth behind your eyes. 
 For you have perceived Yourself, 
 And in the glory of your new-found knowledge 
 You have grown a thousand-fold 
 In your might to dare and to do! 
 
 Yes, the hour of your liberation is at hand, 
 
 For from Within Yourself you have bro't 
 
 What far within you have found: 
 
 You have perceived that Emotions and Will 
 
 Thus move your body and your brain. 
 
 And you have learned 
 
 That over the Kingdom of Yourself 
 
 There reigns the Destiny and Motive of You: 
 
 You have seen that it is the Love-of-Good 
 
 Within Your Very Self 
 
 That is the Actuating Force 
 
 And Governing Purpose 
 
 Of these, your days: 
 
 246 Poiver thru Faith. 
 
TWO CONSUMMATION 
 
 Tho broken upon the stones 
 
 Of seeming sickness and loss, 
 
 You must and do rise superior to all of these, 
 
 For truly You Are That Which Controls 
 
 All That You Are: 
 
 You Are the Spirit and the Soul of You, 
 
 And the Manifest Spirit and Soul of You, 
 
 The Life Element 
 
 Striving and yearning within your frame 
 
 Is that Love-of-Good within you 
 
 Which is the most excellent good of you 
 
 And which is the truest and best love 
 
 That you have found during all your stay 
 
 Upon this Earth. 
 
 In Reason we cannot more than hold 
 
 That if truly you are the Driving Force 
 
 And Highest Controlling Element of You, 
 
 You are both Love and Good: If you are these 
 
 Then sickness, loss and death 
 
 Have no terrors to you 
 
 Nor any hold upon anything of All You Are. 
 
 Have you no faith 
 
 In Your Highest and Truest Destiny 
 
 That you need take poisons into your mouth 
 
 To cure a consciousness of pain 
 
 Which exists nowhere excepting in your mind, 
 
 And do you think, by poisoning your flesh. 
 
 That you can accomplish anything 
 
 But wreck and mar your mind and will. 
 
 The Soul and Destiny of You 
 
 In Your Noblest and Divinest Purpose? 
 
 Do you not know 
 
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 That you are no more 
 
 That Your Truest and Best Destiny 
 
 And Purpose in Life; 
 
 That "Destiny" is only a word; 
 
 That in a word no pain nor sickness. 
 
 No fear of loss nor unsuceess 
 
 Can Mnger or abide? 
 
 Do you not perceive that after all 
 
 You are nothing but Your Faith in Self 
 
 And in that Best and Truest Good You Are; 
 
 That if you are hut Good, 
 
 Then you are all of Good, 
 
 While there can be no "evil'* and no wrong'. 
 
 No sickness nor yet any death 
 
 In what is purely Good, 
 
 Nor can there be in You? 
 
 Have you not told me oft 
 
 That your body you have made 
 
 Out of those elements and those things 
 
 Which into it your Will has sent? 
 
 How, then, 
 
 Can you expect to create your health 
 
 Out of belief in sickness and in pain ? 
 
 How shall you bring forth your happiness 
 
 Out of a faith in sorrow and in wrong? 
 
 How shall you speak forth Your Good 
 
 Outof atho'tof "evil"? 
 
 How, by taking between your lips 
 
 The villanous concoctions 
 
 Of your apothecary's shelves. 
 
 Accompanied by the tho*t 
 
 Of sickness and of pain, 
 
 248 Power thru Faith. 
 
TWO CONSUMMATION 
 
 Can you ever realize within yourself, 
 From taking of such deadly things, 
 Aught else save, bro't to life. 
 Those motives and those tho'ts 
 Which actuated you 
 In working, thus, destruction 
 Upon your body and your brain? 
 
 Truly, now. 
 
 You have taken counsel of your Reason, 
 
 And you have found Life's Problem solved 
 
 In this: 
 
 That All is Good and All is Well 
 
 And All is One in the Oneness 
 
 And the Entirety of Universe. 
 
 If All is All, there is no thing 
 
 Which is but "part of All": 
 
 If All is All, and All Includes, 
 
 And nothing else. 
 
 Then that which is the "part" has being not 
 
 And never was in Truth, for Truth is All: 
 
 Then each sep'rate form 
 
 Is All There Is — for it — 
 
 While out of it — for it — 
 
 No thing exists nor is: 
 
 No power greater can there be 
 
 Than the Might and Strength of All: 
 
 Thus all the Force of All 
 
 Is in each sep'rate mind, 
 
 When actuated and controlled 
 
 By tho'ts of Good and All, 
 
 When wishing nought but Good for Self 
 
 And thus for but the Good of All, 
 
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 Which is the Love of All 
 And, so, the Very Best of All: 
 Thus, in the light of simple fact 
 There can be nought of sickness, 
 Sorrow, pain nor loss, nor death nor hell, 
 Within the Universe of All, 
 Nor in the Truth of All 
 Can such things be in You. 
 
 Now I will leave you alone for the while 
 
 That you may ponder well these words 
 
 Your mind has given to my mind, 
 
 For I perceive our minds 
 
 Are but the One Great Mind 
 
 Which Lives and Moves and Is 
 
 In all things known or not: 
 
 Vibrations of health and love 
 
 And supremest power 
 
 I generate within this Mind I Am: 
 
 Upon their waves I enter into you 
 
 And cleanse you with the fire of my love, 
 
 My health and my bodily and mental vigor: 
 
 May the Good of All and the Love of All 
 
 Flow thru the bodily evidence and expression 
 
 Of That Which Is Truly and Wholly You, 
 
 And may inharmony and discord, 
 
 Misfortune, sickness and pain leave you. 
 
 To return no more, Forever. 
 
 So be it! 
 
 250 Power thru Faith. 
 
TWO CONSUMMATION 
 
 ®lfp Attgrr of QIoamoH. 
 
 (Jfth. yes, Little Earth, 
 
 I have swallowed you up 
 In the Vast and Interminable Convolutions 
 Of My Own Mind; 
 
 I have measured you with the Calipers 
 Of My Own Reasoning, 
 And have found you but the toy 
 Of That Mighty Spirit 
 Which Animates and Guides 
 This being that I am. 
 And I have wondered within myself 
 That ever I esteemed 
 The praises and the laudation 
 Of so small a thing as you 
 Worthy of the efforts 
 That I made in your behalf! 
 
 And you, Race of Men and Women, 
 
 The leaves and flowers sent from out the stem 
 
 And branches of Parent Earth, 
 
 Many songs have I written in praise of you. 
 
 Until you were swelled to bursting 
 
 From the gases of your pride 
 
 That one so great 
 
 Should have wasted words of commendation 
 
 Upon such puny nonentities 
 
 As you know you are: 
 
 Bend now low your ear. 
 
 That I may whisper to you a secret 
 
 Which your swollen and inordinate vanity 
 
 Has closed the entrance to that vacuum 
 
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 You call your "mind" 
 
 Against your comprehending and beholding! 
 
 When you tho't I spoke 
 
 In approval and in honor of you, 
 
 I praised only such part of Myself 
 
 As I perceived in you; 
 
 I sang only to such unfoldment 
 
 Of My Own Spirit 
 
 As I could discern 
 
 In the Soul and the Purpose of You: 
 
 I praised you not 
 
 As you praise the seeming of you 
 
 In your sickly 
 
 And miscreated bodies, 
 
 In your clogged and ossified minds, 
 
 Which answer not the call 
 
 Of the Might and the Power of COSMOS; 
 
 I commended not that vision of yours 
 
 Which sees all the littleness and faults 
 
 Your "sin"- and sorrow-blinded eyes 
 
 Have searched out and beheld 
 
 In the Words and the Body of Me: 
 
 I listened not in rapture 
 
 To those voices of you 
 
 Which spoke in belittlement 
 
 And in shame of Me; 
 
 I framed not my speech 
 
 In laudation of those acts of yours 
 
 Which men did most applaud, 
 
 For in them saw I not 
 
 The Virtue and the Power 
 
 That I see in Myself: 
 
 252 The Anger of Cosmos. 
 
TWO CONSUMMATION 
 
 Behold, I have taken into Myself 
 
 Multitudes of you: 
 
 Kings, presidents, governors, 
 
 Senators, judges; 
 
 Lawyers, physicians, priests. 
 
 Merchants and clerks; 
 
 Painters, sculptors, musicians. 
 
 Singers, architects; 
 
 Poets, authors, professors of learning, 
 
 Printers, newsboys; 
 
 Engineers, machinists, builders; 
 
 Masons, carpenters and joiners; 
 
 Generals, colonels, majors. 
 
 Captains, lieutenants, soldiers; 
 
 Police, barbers, teamsters. 
 
 Laborers, scullions and scavangers, 
 
 Until I have grown weary of your noises 
 
 And your inexcusable follies. 
 
 Of the vile and nauseating stenches 
 
 And odors you emit. 
 
 And fain I would still 
 
 The meaningless clatter of your tongues. 
 
 And gladly I would bathe you 
 
 In the Ocean of My Own Purity, 
 
 That I might cleanse you from your foulness 
 
 And your unspeakable villanies: 
 
 But you were pleased 
 
 With your uproar and your filth 
 
 And you delighted to wallow in the offal 
 
 And the dung of your own corruption. 
 
 So perforce I was compelled to close My Eyes 
 
 To your imperfections, 
 
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 And to shut the Consciousness of My Hearing 
 
 Against the discord and the cacophony 
 
 Of your voices, 
 
 Discharging you and casting you far 
 
 From out that Highest Heaven 
 
 Existing and being within the Precincts 
 
 Of My Own Complete Self, 
 
 For I will not to be disturbed 
 
 Nor to permit the destruction of My Peace 
 
 By such a horde of madmen and of demons 
 
 As you have made yourselves to be! 
 
 Male and female, 
 
 Of all colors, ranks and creeds, 
 
 I have spread before you 
 
 The Treasures of My Tho't, 
 
 While I have invited you to feast with me 
 
 From the bounteously-spread 
 
 Tables of My Own Mind, 
 
 But in disdain you have refused: 
 
 You have scorned 
 
 To enter that Heavenly Mansion 
 
 Whose Doors I have opened wide 
 
 Against your coming; 
 
 You have closed the portals 
 
 And the windows of your soul 
 
 Against that Angel-Host 
 
 Who aye await My Beck and Call; 
 
 You have shut out the Light 
 
 Of My Revelation and My Love, 
 
 While you fly 
 
 Before the Good of Your Own Beings, 
 
 Terrified by the beauty and the glory 
 
 254 The Anger of Cosmos. 
 
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 Of the Source of Yourselves, 
 
 Until I have hardened My Heart against you, 
 
 No rpore calling to you 
 
 To come Within to Where I Dwell, 
 
 For you would not understand 
 
 The Beauties of My Home, 
 
 Preferring the hell 
 
 Of your own creation 
 
 To that Paradise which might be yours, 
 
 Choosing, rather, to roll and sweat 
 
 In filth and degradation. 
 
 In the night and mire 
 
 Of your fornications. 
 
 Your lusts and disease-engendering 
 
 Pleasures of the flesh, 
 
 Than to enter the Abode of Purity, 
 
 Of Happiness and of Peace. 
 
 The cleanliness and the spotlessness 
 
 Of My Apparel 
 
 Suits not your taste, 
 
 Nor accords with the besmirched. 
 
 Dishevelled, awkward 
 
 And clownish appearance you present, 
 
 So I press it not upon you, 
 
 Nor again will I demean Myself 
 
 So far as e'en to notice take 
 
 Of such as you: 
 
 Once I have spoken to you, 
 
 But then you would not hear. 
 
 And e'en berated and abused 
 
 The Name of Me 
 
 For those Words and Works 
 
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 You would not understand, 
 
 So I am gone from out your midst, 
 
 Destroying Within Me 
 
 The consciousness of you; 
 
 I have taken Myself up into a World 
 
 Of which you know not. 
 
 Where Bright Spirits wait upon Me, 
 
 To lave My Body in the Rare 
 
 And Scented Waters of Eternal Life; 
 
 Where Sweet Houris, 
 
 Filled with Love's perfect desire, 
 
 Freely offer themselves 
 
 To be Mine Handmaidens, 
 
 Seeking only that they may serve Me 
 
 And give pleasure unto Me; 
 
 Where gentle children play 
 
 And fountains ply; \ 
 
 Where sing the birds and flowers bloom; 
 
 Where the winds are soft and balmy 
 
 With the breath of June, 
 
 While Blest Harmony bursts 
 
 From out the glens and dales 
 
 Of this, My Fairy-Land, 
 
 Which might be yours, 
 
 But whose beauty and whose joy 
 
 You will to pass 
 
 In ignorance and bondage by. 
 
 Fearful lest you lose 
 
 Your dollars and your lands. 
 
 Your cattle and your swine, 
 
 Whose images so long 
 
 Have filled your tho't 
 
 256 The Anger of Cosinos. 
 
TWO CONSUMMATION 
 
 That you do but reflect the coldness, 
 
 Barrenness, stupidity and gluttony 
 
 Of these things so high you prize: 
 
 Go on your way. Oh, flock of sheep, 
 
 As you may list, 
 
 Where'er your shepards bid you, go, 
 
 And leave my free! 
 
 Gk> on to where 
 
 The mouth of hell gapes wide 
 
 To swallow you, 
 
 And I shall leave you go, 
 
 As here I Sit Unmoved, 
 
 Unhearing, Deaf 
 
 To all your wild 
 
 And anguished calls for aid. 
 
 For you have left Me feast Alone 
 
 When guests I Craved, 
 
 Have laughed to scorn those Riches which 
 
 So freely I Held Out 
 
 For you to take, 
 
 And when your eyes beheld My State 
 
 Of Sadness, Singleness and Pain, 
 
 You tho't I suffered. 
 
 And you laughed 
 
 In devilish and cruel glee. 
 
 Unknowing that not as you saw was I, 
 
 But Strength and Wond'rous Plenty 
 
 To My Hand Were Giv'n; 
 
 That tho My Garments seemed 
 
 To tatters rent, 
 
 Yet Wrapped Was I 
 
 In Garb of Texture Fine 
 
 Beyond Your Tho't to Comprehend or Know; 
 
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 That Wise and Loving Helpers watched around 
 
 To uphold and keep from pain and grief 
 
 My Soul; 
 
 That Many Gifts Were Mine to give to you 
 
 Of value higher, far, 
 
 Than those which you 
 
 Have e'er withheld from Me: 
 
 So farewell to you, who know not now 
 
 The Greatness of Your Loss: 
 
 I Will Not More than I Have Done, 
 
 So Hie Me from your little world 
 
 Unto that Universe of Mine 
 
 Where All Are Free and True: 
 
 Farewell! 
 
 J(, COSMOS, Vast and Interminable 
 
 In the might and power of My Body 
 Immeasurable, incalculable 
 In the majesty of My Conception; 
 Glorious and perfect 
 In the splendor of My Genius; 
 Existing outside the bodies of men, 
 Yet ever expressing 
 And manifesting Myself 
 Solely from within the minds 
 And beings 
 
 Of the Sons and Daughters of Earth: 
 I, Whom all visible things 
 
 258 The Wisdom of Cosmos 
 
TWO CONBUMMATION 
 
 Only reveal and reflect: 
 
 I, Who Am, and Who 
 
 Have neither voice nor tongue, 
 
 And Who know neither Space nor Time, 
 
 Yet have spoken unto the Race of Men 
 
 During all ages. 
 
 In all places and languages, 
 
 Declaring unto them 
 
 The Immutability of My Law, 
 
 Speak I again in these words 
 
 And in this voice. 
 
 For the voices of all men 
 
 Are only My Voices, 
 
 And the nature and essence of all being 
 
 Is but My Law, 
 
 Which changes not 
 
 Nor is altered from Mine Own Spirit, 
 
 Tho many and divers are My Forms, 
 
 And multitudinous 
 
 And of all tones and keys 
 
 The sounds of My Ennunciation. 
 
 Tho I utter but that One Word I AM, 
 
 Still in My Utterance 
 
 Hear the Sons of Men 
 
 All tongues and all languages. 
 
 For they hear in My Voice 
 
 Only their own voices, 
 
 Understanding My Speech 
 
 With but their own understandings. 
 
 Even as I have selected 
 The forms of My Expression, 
 Even as I have chosen 
 
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 The Vastnesses and the Depths 
 
 Of My Abode to be the Dwelling-Place 
 
 And the Body of COSMOS, 
 
 So has My Own Spirit 
 
 Sought the Expression of Myself 
 
 Within the confines 
 
 Of Man's conscious being, 
 
 And thus as I Am, 
 
 So also is Man, 
 
 A Universe 
 
 Having neither bounds, 
 
 Measurements nor extremities, 
 
 Constantly regenerating 
 
 And renewing himself 
 
 From within himself 
 
 And thru the channels of himself. 
 
 Thru the essence 
 
 And the body of himself. 
 
 In that manner and in those forms 
 
 The Loves and the Purposes He Is 
 
 Have chosen for their manifestation 
 
 And their expression. 
 
 From the Spirit of COSMOS they came; 
 
 In the Midst of COSMOS they abide. 
 
 And into the Breath of COSMOS must resolve 
 
 All appearances, sounds, odors and motives, 
 
 For of My Own Nature and Character, 
 
 Of My Own Purpose and Love 
 
 Are their natures and characters. 
 
 Their purposes 
 
 And animating loves and desires. 
 
 260 The Wisdom of Cosmos, 
 
TWO CONSUMMATION 
 
 Reflected from out of My Own Great Heart, 
 
 The Life I Am is caught and sent back 
 
 From off My Own Pure and Holy Tho't, 
 
 Ever seeming to differ and to change, 
 
 Yet altering not nor varying in the Essence, 
 
 The Spirit, the Soul, nor the Body of Me. 
 
 Thus ev'ry renewal of the Principle I Am 
 
 Contains My Own Might 
 
 Of reflection and creation. 
 
 Being greater and purer 
 
 In My Consciousness 
 
 And in the consciousness of Me, 
 
 Thru the reflecting of Me 
 
 And in the creation of Me; 
 
 Thru the expression of itself in Me, 
 
 And the regeneration of Me in itself. 
 
 In the Tho't of Universe 
 
 Lies the Consciousness of All: 
 
 Within the Consciousness of All Being 
 
 Is held the power and the might. 
 
 The life and the light 
 
 Of the Unit enclosed within 
 
 The Tho't and Being of COSMOS, 
 
 Which cannot be diminished nor abated. 
 
 Which cannot be disturbed nor annoyed 
 
 By any seeming weakness 
 
 Nor any misunderstanding 
 
 Mere Man may behold 
 
 In those Wonders of Me 
 
 And in those Marvels and Beauties of Me 
 
 Which are not displayed unto his belief. 
 
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 In the Perception of My Own Mind 
 
 I Am One, and in Me are all: 
 
 In the discernment of all, 
 
 I am Unity in each, 
 
 For in each I center, 
 
 From each I effuse and radiate: 
 
 In the consciousness of each in Me 
 
 And in the Consciousness of Me in each 
 
 There is no difference 
 
 Nor one inequality. 
 
 While within the Wisdom of COSMOS 
 
 (From out of Which 
 
 Has come the wisdom of each. 
 
 And Which is within the wisdom of each) 
 
 Is My Own Tho't and My Own Wisdom, 
 
 As expressed and reflected 
 
 From out of each separate mind. 
 
 The One has no connection with any other, 
 
 For the One Is All 
 
 And Comprises All: 
 
 The Universe of All 
 
 Is Separate and Distinct, 
 
 There being none other 
 
 With which It can conspire: 
 
 Each form within All 
 
 Is of separateness and distinction, 
 
 While there is no contradiction 
 
 Nor any inharmony 
 
 In the separateness 
 
 And the distinction of each, 
 
 Nor in the Separateness 
 
 And the Distinction of All, 
 
 262 The Wisdom of Cosmos, 
 
TWO CONSUMMATION 
 
 Nor in Reality nor in Truth 
 
 Is there any inharmony 
 
 Or any contradiction 
 
 In the life and the being, 
 
 The tho't or the experience 
 
 Of each or of All, 
 
 Excepting as each 
 
 Shall will to perceive inharmony, 
 
 And excepting as each or as All 
 
 Shall seek to find contradiction 
 
 In each and in All 
 
 And in the Workmanship of COSMOS. 
 
 Hatred differs not in each nor in All, 
 While the hatred of each 
 Seems only the hatred of All: 
 Love changes not in each nor in All, 
 For the loves of each 
 Make up the Love of All: 
 Good varies not 
 Whether it be present 
 In each or in All, 
 For Good is in each 
 And thus must be in All; 
 While "each" and "All" 
 Seem but the words of men 
 Seekmg to reach unto the Fullness 
 And unto the Height of Me, 
 Endeavoring to realize and show forth 
 My Glory and My Beneficence. 
 
 In What I Am 
 
 Is the glory and the accomplishment of men, 
 
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 For the highest achievment 
 
 And supremest excellence of men 
 
 Comes from out of Me 
 
 And is contained within 
 
 That Which I Am; 
 
 Then of the Glory and Magnificence of COSMOS, 
 
 Of the Love, the Good 
 
 And the Purity of COSMOS, 
 
 Are the spirit, the words and the deeds 
 
 Of all the Sons and Daughters of Life, 
 
 Whatsoever may be their natures and their forms. 
 
 And whatsoever may be 
 
 The manner of their expression of Me, 
 
 Who Am the Splendor 
 
 And the W'sdom of the Ages 
 
 And Who Know Not, 
 
 Neither Am Conscious of youth nor age, 
 
 Sickness nor health, 
 
 Joy of life nor fear of death, 
 
 But Who Am Eternally, 
 
 Forever, 
 
 Unchangeably Entire! 
 
 What would you name My Name, 
 
 Oh, Son of Earth? 
 
 I, Who Am, Am Nameless, 
 
 Yet contain I all names: 
 
 With what definition would you define Me, 
 
 And by the measurement of whac 
 
 Would you measure Me? 
 
 For I Am the Indefinable, 
 
 Yet contain all definitions: 
 
 I, the One, the Unit, Am Measureless, 
 
 264 The Wisdom of Cosna.s, 
 
TV/0 CONSUMMATION 
 
 Yet contain I all measures and all bounds! 
 
 Strives the Spirit of the Deep 
 
 With the Spirit of the High, 
 
 And battle the allied forces of Sea and Air 
 
 With the spirits and the forces of the Earth? 
 
 Behold, 
 
 It is only the Restlessness of COSMOS, 
 
 Regenerating and renewing 
 
 The Body of COSMOS! 
 
 Soars the Eagle in circling majesty, 
 
 In mighty sweep 
 
 Descending swift upon his prey? 
 
 Penetrates the Shark the depths of Ocean 
 
 To give battle 
 
 To the Sword-fish and the Leviathan? 
 
 Roars forth the Lion his anger to the desert wind, 
 
 While emerges forth the Tiger in stealthy search, 
 
 Seeking upon what he can lay his rending claws? 
 
 Pounces not the Owl upon the Mouse to devour 
 
 him? 
 Does not the Elephant tread upon the Worm? 
 Does not the Serpent sting the Hippopotami 
 Who would disturb his peace? 
 The Sheep and Cattle browse upon the hill. 
 Uprooting the grasses and the plants: 
 Each form of life must but consume 
 Each other form. 
 While all things are consumed 
 And all things pass, 
 The shadow shapes of shadows made, 
 Yet none are lost. 
 And in nothing am I made less: 
 
 The Wisdom of Cosmos. 265 
 
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 In the tearing down 
 
 And building up of Worlds 
 
 I Only Am Renewing Myself, 
 
 Thinking upon the Grandeur of COSMOS; 
 
 I Only Am Breathing the Breath of COSMOS 
 
 And Am Nought but Maintaining 
 
 The Purity of the Body of COSMOS. 
 
 I, Who Am, Am Unexplained, 
 
 Yet include all explanations: 
 
 I, Who Am Absolute in My Despotism, 
 
 And Possess All-Dominion 
 
 Over all the varied 
 
 Manifestations of Myself, 
 
 And Who, Changeless, 
 
 Reflect Within Myself all changes; 
 
 I, Who Die Not, 
 
 Yet Constantly Put Upon Myself the appearance, 
 
 The shape and the attitude of Death: 
 
 I, the Destroyer of Appearances, 
 
 The Creator of Images, 
 
 I Destroy Never, 
 
 Neither in Myself do I create, 
 
 For whatever is is in Me, 
 
 And all that are are but Myself, 
 
 Reflected and cast back 
 
 From without and within Myself; 
 
 I, Who Am, Am Without and Within, 
 
 And Am neither without nor within, 
 
 For I Am of the Spirit, 
 
 Impalpable, staying not, 
 
 Eternally Moving, 
 
 Forever Pulsating, 
 
 266 The Wisdom of Cosmos. 
 
TWO CONSUMMATION 
 
 Coming and Going; 
 
 I, Who Rest Not, 
 
 But Who Am Forever Passive; 
 
 I, Who Am the Highest Knowledge of Man, 
 
 Yet Whom the supremest vision of Man 
 
 Beholds not, 
 
 I Justify Myself Not 
 
 Unto the Children of the Flesh, 
 
 Neither require I justification 
 
 From the Sons and Daughters of the Nations, 
 
 For I Am Justice 
 
 And Know Well 
 
 My Own Equity and Lovliness, 
 
 And Express Only Myself 
 
 And My Own Purposes 
 
 In All That I Do and In All My Expressions; 
 
 In All My Reflections 
 
 And All My Manifestations 
 
 Do Nought but Reveal and Unfold 
 
 The Spirit I Am 
 
 In all men's acts, in all their words. 
 
 And they think with what is nothing else 
 
 Than the Tho't of Me 
 
 In all their meditations! 
 
 Now, therefore, it benefits not Man 
 
 That he should strive with himself 
 
 Or question himself concerning Me, 
 
 Or concerning Me in himself 
 
 Or himself in Me: 
 
 It profits him not 
 
 That he should seek to war with the Mandate, 
 
 With the Purpose 
 
 The Wisdom of Cosmos, 267 
 
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 And with the Law of COSMOS, 
 For, again I Speak, 
 lAMI, 
 
 While that which is Is; 
 Neither Can I Give to Myself out of Myself 
 Anything save Good, 
 So nought is there held Within Myself 
 Excepting Only Love, 
 The Love of Myself 
 And All Who Comprise Myself: 
 Neither is there desired of Man 
 Anything but Good, 
 While no Love is contained within Man 
 Excepting the Love of Good: 
 I, Who Am, Am Life, 
 And I Am Love, and I Am All, 
 All living things, all lovely things, 
 All goodly things: 
 
 If he wishes to harmonize himself with COSMOS 
 To unfold from out himself 
 The Best and the Highest, 
 The Noblest and Most-enduring 
 Reflection and Vibration of Me, 
 Man can do nought else 
 Than hold the Tho't of Me 
 (Truly in the Fact of COSMOS 
 There is no other tho't. 
 For I Am the Tho't of Goodness, 
 The Tho't of Life, 
 The Tho't of Love 
 And the Tho't of All) 
 Who Am All, 
 
 268 Tke Wisdom of Cosmos. 
 
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 And the Height, the Breadth, the Depth; 
 
 The Power, the Magnificence 
 
 And the Glory of All, 
 
 In the giving forth and the reflection of Whom 
 
 Is all Man's power. 
 
 All Man's magnificence and all of Man's glory, 
 
 In the eyes of men 
 
 And in the Vision of COSMOS, 
 
 Who Am, and Who Pass Not Away 
 
 With the Drawing of My Breath, 
 
 But Who Respire and Inspire 
 
 The bodies and the souls of men, 
 
 In What I Am and Shall Remain, 
 
 Within and Without Endlessness! 
 
 ©tyr olourli of Oloamoa. 
 
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 fhoe'er hath woe, My Soul, but he 
 Who holdeth not the Tho't of Thee? 
 Whoe'er hath sorrow, who despair, 
 But clings not to Thy Purpose Fair? 
 Who hath all Man's infirmities 
 But he who in Thy Glory sees 
 The work of "evil" and of "wrong"; 
 Whose words voice not the Joyous Song 
 Thine Own Glad Tones to Earth have giv'n 
 To bring Man's All in chord with Heav'n? 
 
 Who takes grim Bitterness to mate 
 Unless he dwells with Tho't of "Hate"? 
 
 The Touch of Cosmos. 269 
 
COSMIC POEMS BOOK 
 
 Who is 't hath taken "111" to bed 
 Save one to Faith-in-Illness wed? 
 Who hath been torn by stern Remorse 
 Unless he had resort to Force; 
 On Others locked the prison's door, 
 Or stained his hands in streams of gore, 
 To find his Spirit bound in chains 
 Of frozen blood and body's piins? 
 
 Who knoweth not Thy Perfect Peace 
 But gave not to his Soul release 
 From tho'ts resentful, envious; 
 Would to his own the world reduce? 
 Whose treasures break him as a reed, 
 Except one who, with miser greed, 
 Takes from the helpless and the weak 
 The bread and meat their hands would seek 
 To keep their bodies from the grave, 
 Their fondest earthly hopes to save? 
 
 II 
 Who hath Thy Youth and Joyous Health? 
 Who taketh pleasure in his wealth 
 But he whose faith seeks out the Good 
 Which must each earthly form include; 
 Who sees the beauty held in each; 
 Who doth for All of Gladness reach; 
 Who knoweth not the tho't of "guilt" 
 And hath on Love's Foundations built 
 The structure of his World-success, 
 Well-wro't from Others' Happiness? 
 
 Who hath Thy Genius and Thy Might 
 Unless he cometh from the night 
 
 270 TJie Touch of Cosmos. 
 
TWO CONSUMMATION 
 
 Of men's false promises and lies; 
 Who never once Thy Truth denies 
 But cherishes Thy Cleansing Fire, 
 Which burneth pure all foul desire; 
 Who would not from Thy Forge remove 
 The Metal Given of Thy Love, 
 Except from out Thy Furnace Heat 
 To forms of rarer beauty beat? 
 
 For whom doth Heaven come to Earth 
 But he who knows the Spirit's Worth; 
 Who from Himself hath learned the Grace 
 That dwelleth in the Human Race, 
 That liveth in the Rocks and Trees 
 And floateth on the tossing Seas; 
 Who holdeth firm the Love of All 
 And unto whom nought shall befall 
 Save Love and Health and Endless Bliss, 
 Conveyed upon Thy Winged Kiss? 
 
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 MJhose dignity easily hath offense 
 
 Excepting his whose dignity 
 Is of the flesh, 
 And is not the Dignity 
 Of the Most High Spirit, 
 Whose greatness is of the World 
 And not of the Kingdom of Eternal Being? 
 
 Whose theft giveth rise unto the wrath of men 
 The leewards of Cosmos. 271 
 
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 Excepting his whose robbery 
 
 Is of little things? 
 
 Behold, among you the Conqueror cometh, 
 
 Taking away from you all that you possess; 
 
 His foot he putteth upon your necks, 
 
 The while unto him you lift up your eyes 
 
 In mute adoration and humble worship; 
 
 Unto the praises of him 
 
 You raise your voices in sweet song, 
 
 Swinging before his image 
 
 The censors, incense-breathing, 
 
 Of your adulation. 
 
 Before the mouths of cannon 
 
 And upon the points of bayonets 
 
 Your General hurls armies of you; 
 
 At his behest 
 
 Your life-blood flows in rivers, — 
 
 Him, the Slaughterer, 
 
 The Nations salute; 
 
 Him do the Children of Men call "the Great"; 
 
 Upon his body they place the robe of purple, 
 
 And his limbs they clothe 
 
 In ermine and fine linen, 
 
 Yet he who taketh the lives 
 
 Of the cattle and the swine; 
 
 He who, in the shambles, 
 
 Cutteth the throats of sheep, 
 
 In cold disdain you pass him by; 
 
 He who, in anger or in swift revenge, 
 
 Or who, 
 
 To filtch his treasure or his wealth, 
 
 Hath taken of his fellow's life, 
 
 272 The Rewards of Cosmos. 
 
TWO CONSUMMATION 
 
 For him they have raised up the gibbet's arm, 
 
 Or him they do incarcerate 
 
 Behind the bars of prison-cell 
 
 Reeking and noisesome 
 
 With mould and dampness, 
 
 And the rats and vermin 
 
 Of centuries of corruption and oppression 
 
 Laid by their rulers 
 
 Upon such men as they are! 
 
 Whose Virtue hath been taken by surprise? 
 
 Who hideth her face in shame, 
 
 Trembling lest the knowledge of men 
 
 Shall uncover and reveal her 
 
 In her nakedness, 
 
 Excepting she who knoweth not 
 
 The Purity of COSMOS, 
 
 And who hath not learned 
 
 Of the Virtue of COSMOS, 
 
 Who Giveth All in Love 
 
 And Asketh Not Reward; 
 
 Who Am Naked and Unabashed in My Nakedness, 
 
 Knowing that "shame" 
 
 Hath no place in Me, 
 
 And Who Laugh to Scorn the frailties, 
 
 The ignorance 
 
 And the contumelies of Earth? 
 
 Who shuddereth upon the Chasm's brink? 
 Who draweth back from the Abyss's mouth, 
 Shrinking in terror lest he fall, 
 Excepting he who never hath surveyed 
 My Immensity, 
 
 The Rewards of Cosmcs. 273 
 
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 And unto whom hath never been revealed 
 The Mighty Heights and Depths of COSMOS? 
 
 Who covereth up his head 
 
 And shaketh in the Night? 
 
 Who sleepeth not, but watcheth in agony 
 
 The stealthy, creeping hand of Death, 
 
 Reaching from out the Darkness 
 
 To seize upon. 
 
 To grasp and slay him, 
 
 Excepting that one 
 
 Who knoweth not the Life of Me, 
 
 Who feeleth not within his frame 
 
 The Wond'rous Rush and Surge 
 
 Of the Fire of COSMOS, 
 
 Which sweepeth afar the Fear of Death, 
 
 Burning away the doubts and cares of Earth, 
 
 Which aye harrass 
 
 And plague the tho'ts of men? 
 
 Who hath not authority 
 
 In his own house? 
 
 Whose wife maketh a mock of him, 
 
 And whose children 
 
 Honor not their Sire's word? 
 
 Surely 'tis not he 
 
 Who hath heard My A'oice 
 
 Speak that Truth I Am within him, 
 
 And who hath opened wide his Spirit 
 
 Till the Light of COSMOS 
 
 Can be reflected thru all his parts. 
 
 So that men, looking upon him. 
 
 Shall see My Greatness, 
 
 274 The Eeivards of Cosmos, 
 
TWO CONSUMMATION 
 
 And shall desire to render service 
 
 For the Reward of My Own Excellency. 
 
 Whose bodily parts obey not his command? 
 
 Who lacketh skill of hand 
 
 And swiftness of understanding? 
 
 Whose features draw down in scowling rage, 
 
 And who is he whose hand 
 
 Is uplifted against all the World? 
 
 Who, excepting him whose flesh 
 
 Hath not been trained 
 
 By the Will of His Greatest Good 
 
 And whose mind hath not been enlightened 
 
 In the Skill and the Intelligence 
 
 Of What I Am; 
 
 Whose heart beats not attuned 
 
 To the Joy and the Merriment of COSMOS; 
 
 Who knoweth not that I Hurt Not, 
 
 And that My Own Great Love 
 
 Can convey no injury to him 
 
 In whom I Am, 
 
 And Which he doth include? 
 
 Whom hath Prosperity slighted, 
 
 And whose are the children 
 
 Who hunger for their nourishment? 
 
 Who is it who knoweth not 
 
 The love and the esteem of men, 
 
 And whom do the beasts set upon and rend? 
 
 Who excepting him who thinketh not 
 
 Of the Prosperity of COSMOS? 
 
 Who but he who feareth 
 
 To take of My Nourishment? 
 
 The Rewards of Cosmos. 275 
 
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 Who, unless it be that one 
 
 Who holdeth back his Good 
 
 In terror lest he shall lose 
 
 Something of Me? 
 
 Who but he who forgetteth 
 
 That he hath dominion 
 
 Over All My Own Manifestations, 
 
 Who Am, 
 
 And Who Include all prosperity. 
 
 All nourishment, 
 
 All love and all supremacy? 
 
 II 
 
 Who do the deluded fear? 
 
 Who is it who hath gained the admiration, 
 
 Who hath won the homage 
 
 Of the rulers of men? 
 
 Who trembleth not 
 
 At the boast and threat of Death? 
 
 While the light' nings flash 
 
 And the thunders roll. 
 
 Who sleepeth as the child resteth 
 
 Upon his mother's breast? 
 
 While men contend and struggle. 
 
 Who sitteth unmoved and undismayed? 
 
 Who maketh his hand 
 
 To do the bidding of His Best, 
 
 And keepeth a guard upon his lips 
 
 That they utter not blasphemy 
 
 Against His Highest Good? 
 
 Who ruleth his tho'ts 
 
 And destroyeth within him 
 
 The consciousness of sickness, 
 
 276 The Rewards of Cosmos. 
 
TWO CONSUMMATION 
 
 Of "sin" and of wrong? 
 
 By the alchemy of whose magic 
 
 Are sorrows transmuted into gladness, 
 
 And who is he whose sadness 
 
 Bringeth forth a Sweet Song of Victory? 
 
 Who rideth upon the back of the World 
 
 As a horseman rideth upon his steed, 
 
 Bidding it go 
 
 In whatsoever direction he willeth? 
 
 Who hath dominion 
 
 Over his women and his sons, 
 
 Over his servants, 
 
 His lands and his herds? 
 
 Before whose anger 
 
 Cower the beasts of the forest, 
 
 And who is he 
 
 Who walketh thru the fire 
 
 And is not burned? 
 
 Who riseth in the Might of His Spirit 
 
 And bursteth the doors of his tomb. 
 
 To renew his tho't in the minds of men 
 
 And to continue his Being 
 
 In the Light, Forever? 
 
 Who but he 
 
 Who hath breathed in the Breath of COSMOS? 
 
 Who but he 
 
 Who thinketh upon the Glory of What I Am? 
 
 Who but he 
 
 Who seeketh the Tmth of All, 
 
 And seeking, findeth his reward in Me? 
 
 Who but he 
 
 Who hath grown lovely in the Love of COSMOS, 
 
 The Rewards of Cosmos. 277 
 
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 Thru that Love which he hath loved 
 
 For all men and things; 
 
 Whose knowledge reacheth not beyond 
 
 What I Am, 
 
 But who hath learned of All that I Am 
 
 Within His Own Being? 
 
 Who but he who hath been born 
 
 Of the Travail of COSMOS, 
 
 And who hath been torn by the Sorrows, 
 
 Who hath been rent by the Pangs of All ? 
 
 Surely, great is the gain of such an one. 
 
 And blessed is the World in his enlightenment 
 
 Whose Light beameth forth 
 
 Into the darkness of men's minds 
 
 And illumineth them 
 
 With the Reflection of My Radiance, 
 
 Until they are enfired 
 
 With the Blaze of My Splendor, 
 
 Brightly burning 
 
 In the Pure Flame of Eternal Good. 
 
 Sweet is the harvest of him 
 
 Who soweth the seeds of love. 
 
 And justly ample the meed of his endeavor, 
 
 For he whom COSMOS Loveth 
 
 Hath the Love of All, 
 
 And holdeth the Mind 
 
 And the Might of COSMOS within him. 
 
 Which passeth the understanding of the flesh, 
 
 And reacheth beyond the limitations 
 
 Of Time and Space 
 
 Into the Realms of Highest and Noblest, 
 
 Truest and Divinest Purpose, 
 
 278 Tlie Wisdom of Cosmos. 
 
TWO CONSUMMATION 
 
 Throbbing Vital and Pure 
 From My Own Great Heart! 
 
 00P Jb tI|P ^ttt? 
 
 STull many are the mysteries Thou dost reveal, 
 
 ^ Oh, COSMOS, 
 
 Unto the minds of men ; 
 
 Full many are the Grandeurs Thou Dost Unfold, 
 
 On, Spirit of the Infinite, 
 
 Unto him who hath dwelt in Thy Tho't, 
 
 And who. 
 
 Beholding all about him Thy Goodness and Virtue, 
 
 Hath harmonized his being with the Goodness 
 
 And the Virtue of All Thy Expressions, 
 
 For the Soul of Man, Oh, Thou Most High, 
 
 Is Thy Spirit, 
 
 And who hath seen and comprehended 
 
 The sublimity and wonder of his own Spirit 
 
 Hath realized and known 
 
 All the Excellence of Thy Essence, 
 
 Which Pervades, Animates and Guides 
 
 All things of Heaven and of Earth, 
 
 In all the depths of the Unsounded Seas 
 
 And in all the reaches of the Unmeasured Skies! 
 
 Behold, Oh, Earth, 
 
 Thou shinest with only Thine Own Light: 
 
 See, Oh, Suns and Stars, 
 
 Thou reflecteth but Thine Own Radiance, 
 
 While all the Voices of Nature 
 
 Speak, alone, their own forms' beauties: 
 
 All Individual Being 
 
 WJwse is the Sin? 279 
 
COSMIC POEMS BOOK 
 
 Seeks but to exemplify and show forth 
 
 Its innate purity and lovliness, 
 
 Growing in Thy Sight, Oh, COSMOS, 
 
 Drinking in Thy Power 
 
 And shedding forth Thy Might, 
 
 As the Spirit of each single personality 
 
 Shows unto that being to be good and true! 
 
 Why listen the Sons of Men 
 
 Unto the accents of those 
 
 Who fain would speak to them of "sin" and "evil"? 
 
 Why heed the Children of the Nations 
 
 The words of those 
 
 Who fain would raise up barriers 
 
 And build up walls of convention and prejudice 
 
 Against Thy Indwelling and Outflowing, 
 
 Oh, Eternal Love-of-Good, 
 
 Pure Desire-for-Happiness, 
 
 Who Expressest thru the minds of all 
 
 The One Unfailing Law of COSMOS? 
 
 What to me, a man, can those have to say 
 
 Who gladly would dam 
 
 The conduits of men's brains 
 
 Against those floods of Inspiration 
 
 Which are vibrated against the bounds 
 
 Of men's understandings 
 
 By their Wish-for-Supremest-Good, — 
 
 By their Longing- for-Greatest- Joy? 
 
 Why should men behold an error 
 
 In the Love-of -Truth. 
 
 And why should they perceive a wrong 
 
 In Wish-for-Greater-Good, 
 
 When Love and Truth in single men 
 
 280 Whose is the Sin? 
 
TWO CONSUMMATION 
 
 Are but the same as Love and Truth in Thee, 
 
 Oh, COSMOS, 
 
 And longing for his fuller gain and larger growth, 
 
 Bringeth him in touch with That 
 
 Which Is Thy Universal Strength and Power? 
 
 Why e'er should cheerfulness in Man 
 
 Meet with men's reproof, 
 
 When in the tho't of Joyousness 
 
 His mind doth answer back 
 
 The Call of Gladness and of Mirth 
 
 Sent from out Thy Throat, 
 
 Oh, Spirit Manifest of All the Fair and Brave? 
 
 The Soul of All Things, Visible and Unseen; 
 
 The Animating Principle of Primary Cells 
 
 And the Mighty Force 
 
 Which Controlleth Constellations 
 
 Seemeth but that Wish for Happiness 
 
 And Sweet Content 
 
 Which is Man's Truest Love 
 
 And his Most Steadfast Faith: 
 
 If that, Oh, COSMOS, which is reflected back 
 
 From Ev'ry Tho't of Thee must be Thy Tho't, 
 
 Thy Hope, Thy Prayer, and thus the Soul of Thee, 
 
 That wish to re-create nimself 
 
 Which is in ev'ry form 
 
 Must be the Wish of Universe, 
 
 Which in all things but Re-Creates — 
 
 Renews Within Itself Its Purity and Power: 
 
 Then that which men term "sex" 
 
 Is but the Law of Thee — 
 
 The hope for unity of two in one — 
 
 The aim to set Thy Purpose free 
 
 Whose is the Sin? 281 
 
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 So It Can Work Thy Purity 
 
 In what seemed foul and mean. 
 
 What man is there can check this Earth? 
 
 What man can stay the Comet's flight, 
 
 Which swings on orbit cleaving All 
 
 Thy Vast Infinity? 
 
 Shall he deny Desire's Might, 
 
 And shall he Love confine 
 
 Who hath not seen Thy Steadfast Light, 
 
 Nor kenned Thy Fair Design? 
 
 Long have I stood in Thy Presence, 
 
 Sublime Principle of Being, 
 
 And Thou Hast Convicted Me Not of "sin": 
 
 Long have I questioned Thee, Oh, My Soul, 
 
 And Thou persuadest me not of "evil "-doing : 
 
 Not until the tongues of men 
 
 Have spoken words of accusation against me 
 
 Hast Thou reproved me. Oh, My Conscience: 
 
 Then in Truth hast thou no place in me. 
 
 And then in fact have I no joy in thee. 
 
 Oh, Tho't of Terror and Dismay: 
 
 Remains then that which men call "conscience" 
 
 But an illusion they would lay upon this mind, 
 
 For in Nature and in Thee, Oh, COSMOS, 
 
 No self-reproach can rest, nor self-denial stay! 
 
 May I rebel against Thy Law, Oh, Universal Life, 
 
 Conspire thus against Thy Love, to be in strife, 
 
 Pure Soul of All, with Thee, 
 
 Thus to affirm "impurity"? 
 
 Thou wiliest not that I shall heed 
 
 The laws of men; 
 
 Commandest not that I shall feed 
 
 282 W^kose is the Sin? 
 
TWO CONSUMMATION 
 
 On that which seems to me not good, 
 Or shall concede 
 
 The right of men to name My Love, 
 Or My Desire! 
 
 Doth the Earth quake 
 
 And doth the Hurricane destroy? 
 
 Cometh the Floods to wash away 
 
 The cities built of men? 
 
 Laughest Thou, Oh, Holy ONE, 
 
 At the griefs of them? 
 
 Can they accuse Thee of "sin" and "wrong" 
 
 That Thou sendest the Avalanche 
 
 Upon their heads? 
 
 Thou Only Hast Shaken Thyself, 
 
 And Didst but Breathe; 
 
 Thou Only Didst Spill a Drop from out Thy Cup; 
 
 Thou Only Didst Move upon the Glacier's brink; 
 
 No "sin" canst Thou contain. Oh, Earth, 
 
 For "sin" is only Man's to think! 
 
 Who doth accuse of "evil" sins, 
 
 And Tho't gives birth to Tho't's Own Form 
 
 In frames misshapen, minds obcessed 
 
 By spirits "evil", "wrong" -possessed! 
 
 All "wrong" is Man's, My All, not Thine — 
 
 The "sin" is his who sees my fault. 
 
 And is not mine! 
 
 Who of Earth preachest Thy Doctrine, 
 
 Oh, COSMOS, 
 
 Soundest forth for Aye 
 
 The Praises of Thy Cheerfulness: 
 
 That which I love lovest me, and hurts me not, 
 
 W hose is the Sin? 283 
 
COSMIC POEMS BOOK 
 
 Buc ever strivest to bring to me 
 
 New gifts of Love and more satisfying Good: 
 
 He who from Man would draw his Highest Worth 
 
 Would ne'er abate his happiness and mirth. 
 
 But would, with laughter and with jest, 
 
 Drive out those spirits from his breast 
 
 That fill his tho't with doubts and fears 
 
 And those grim burdens Sorrow bears. 
 
 All Man's achievement waits on Thee, 
 
 Oh, Happiness, for Thou 
 
 Dost bring him all his real success: 
 
 On Happiness wait Love and Trust; 
 
 Wealth answers Hope, while to the dust 
 
 Bows down the World before that one 
 
 Whose brow glows fair with Faith's Bright Sun: 
 
 A cheery laugh brings forth its kind, 
 
 Nor is there "evil" in that mind 
 
 Which rests in sweet content and peace, 
 
 Assured of Thy Unfailing Grace. 
 
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 ijumatt ^tanbarbs. 
 
 ?JThru the mouths of men Speak I, COSMOS, 
 Unto the Sons and Daughters of the Race, 
 And in the Words of Men Declare to them 
 The emptiness and the folly of their disputation, 
 Their criticism and their argumentation, 
 Their fault-finding and their gossiping, 
 For I Have Dwelt in the midst of them 
 During all the ages of their Earth-life, 
 
 284 Human Standards. 
 
TWO CONSUMMATION 
 
 Tho all the years of their residence 
 
 Upon the little globe they think so great 
 
 Have flowed thru Me without My Knowledge, 
 
 Leaving not a wrinkle upon My Brow, 
 
 Plowing never a furrow upon My Cheek 
 
 Nor turning into gray One Hair upon My Head, 
 
 Nor has the Merriment and the Happy Cadence 
 
 Of the Laughter of COSMOS been abated 
 
 Or grown less boistrous and mirthsome 
 
 By reason of their complainings and their tears. 
 
 Or because the passing of their lives 
 
 Gives rise unto the fears and dread of men. 
 
 Why wear men out their days in sorrow 
 
 When so easily (even as I Do) they can dwell 
 
 Amid the beauties and the joys of Themselves? 
 
 Why grow they sour and morose within themselves 
 
 When I Become Not So Within Myself? 
 
 Why do they not as all things else, 
 
 And as does the Universe of COSMOS, 
 
 Let their Life-Elements course in joy 
 
 And in purity thru their beings. 
 
 Revivifying and renewing them daily. 
 
 As daily I Rejuvenate and Revive Myself, 
 
 Thru the Ebbing and Flowing, 
 
 The Rising and Falling of the Tides 
 
 Of Endless, Universal Being. 
 
 Whose days are many, the days of men. 
 
 Or the Never-Ending Lightening and Darkening 
 
 Of the Face and Body of COSMOS? 
 
 In comparison with the Number of My Days, 
 
 What are all the Ages of Human Knowledge? 
 
 Human Standards. 285 
 
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 What is it that the Sons of Earth must endure? 
 Whence comes Man's happiness save of a Word, 
 A Tho't, a Love, a Realization, 
 And v^rhat is all of a word but Nothing? 
 Upon what does Man's welfare depend 
 Excepting upon no more than a spoken Word? 
 Within what lies Man's being excepting within a 
 And whence goes his body but into Earth, [Tho't, 
 Into dust, into vapor, into Nothingness? 
 Out of Nothing he has come; in Nothing he abides. 
 And into Nothing must resolve his seeming: 
 Nothing is the happiness of Man, Nothing 
 His sorrow, his disappointment and his pains, 
 Under the Foot-fall of the Lord of the Ages! 
 Why cares he, then, and why his grief? 
 Of what utility his pleasure and his joy? 
 Unto what end is all his restlessness and strife, 
 Unless he finds in them what brings forth his Good ; 
 Unless content he rests in the consciousness 
 And knowledge of My Own Goodness and My 
 
 Truth? 
 
 Why need the Children of Earth 
 Set up their measures and their rules 
 Thus to delineate and weigh their Good 
 When they are nothing if not All Good: 
 Why need they distinguish among themselves, 
 Saying: "This one is good and this one evil; 
 This man is great, but this one small," 
 When each contains My All of Good, — 
 When All My Greatness each includes 
 That he or they shall in objective hold? 
 "Good" and "Great" are the Possessions of 
 
 286 Human StandaTds. 
 
TWO CONSUMMATION 
 
 COSMOS, 
 
 Even as they are the possessions of men 
 Insofar as they know and acknowledge 
 . The Indescribable Goodness and Greatness of Me, 
 And insofar as they harmonize themselves 
 With the Goodness and Greatness of My All. 
 
 Have not you, Oh, Son of Life, spoken words of 
 
 wisdom 
 That other men, believing not, termed words of 
 
 folly? 
 Yet your words, once spoken, remained unchanged. 
 And thus your wisdom and their folly were one: 
 In their vision, you were foolish in your wisdom, 
 And in their minds, they were wise in their folly. 
 In the Truth of COSMOS, the wisest of men is 
 
 but a fool, 
 For wiser the fool than he whom men shall exalt 
 As the wisest among them, for behold. 
 He who is happy in his self-conceit 
 Is nearer unto the Reality of Being 
 Than he who makes misery to reign within him 
 Thru the excess and the heaviness 
 Of his knowledge of the things of Earth. 
 
 Had you a lover, and proved she never kind? 
 Had you a friend who e'er has been all-true? 
 Did ever you complain of the lonliness 
 And the singleness of this. Your One Estate? 
 Know, then, that I, COSMOS, Am Lonely, 
 For where must be My Companion and My Lover, 
 Unless they be Within the Bounds of Me? 
 Where, then, shall Man's most perfect friend 
 
 HuiYian Standards. 287 
 
COSMIC POEMS ' BOOK 
 
 And lover be, except within himself, 
 
 For Each is All, even as I Am All, 
 
 And there is nothing outside of him, 
 
 Even as nought remains or e'er can be 
 
 Without the Person of COSMOS? 
 
 Who is it shall complain against My Decrees? 
 
 Who shall rebel against the Exactions of My Law? 
 
 Centered Within the Mind of Unity Am I, 
 
 And centered within His Own Tho't must be Man, 
 
 Would he obey My Mandate, 
 
 And most completely harmonize himself 
 
 With Himself and with My Own Great Purpose. 
 
 Why should ever you aspire, Genius of Love, 
 
 To a diff 'rent tho't than the Tho't of All, 
 
 For such is that which you cannot entertain. 
 
 There being, in Truth, no other tho't 
 
 Than the Beauty of Truth and the Goodness of Me? 
 
 Who is so sane he shall be qualified 
 To sit in judgment upon another's sanity? 
 Who is so perfect that he can erect 
 A standard of perfection for another's rule? 
 Who is so true unto himself 
 That he shall condemn another 
 That he walks not the Paths of Rectitude? 
 Who is so virtuous that he has never failed? 
 Who is so strong he ne'er has weakness known? 
 Who shall say what is My Good, 
 And who is he who can define My Happiness, 
 When Only Within Myself My Goodness Is Con- 
 tained, 
 My Sanity, My Strength, My Joy, My Happiness, 
 
 288 Human Standards, 
 
T\vo CONSUMMATION 
 
 While Man's mind grasps Me not in My Entirety, 
 
 Knows he only such Dimensions of Me 
 
 As he shall realize Within Himself, 
 
 While he can know no being save His Own, 
 
 Excepting by the Spirit of that Other One 
 
 As contained within and reflected out 
 
 His Single, All-Containing Self; 
 
 Nor has he any greatness except Within Himself, 
 
 Nor goodness, nor virtue, nor admirable quality, 
 
 Except Within Himself, 
 
 Which other men can thus perceive in full, 
 
 That they may weigh, or judge, or know. 
 
 Sit you still. Mine Own, Within Yourself, 
 And open not your lips to speak until I Bid, 
 For I, COSMOS, Shall Show Unto You All Good- 
 ness; 
 And I Shall Expose to You, Within the Tho't of 
 All Perfection and All Lovlinesss [Me, 
 
 All Power and All Grandeur I Include, 
 For In the Tho't of Me Lies All I Am, 
 All Consciousness of Love, of Truth and Purity: 
 Heed you not those things which seem not good: 
 In silence pass your neighbor's errors by, 
 For you know not his Error from his Right, 
 Nor do you ken his Darkness from his Light: 
 Sit you still until I Breathe Your Fears Away, 
 And let My Dream Transform Your Night to Day, 
 For all your dreams are but the Dreams of Me, 
 Nor all men's words can once define Infinity, 
 Or That I- Am Which Ev'ry Man Contains! 
 
 Human Standards. 289 
 
Cosmic Poems. 
 
 End of Booh Two. 
 
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