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ET thy life be to thee a 
 melody 
 Beginning soft with pear- 
 ly tones of sound, 
 And orbing slowly to the 
 
 golden round 
 Of fullest beauty. Strike 
 the awful key 
 That weaves all chords into stern harmony, 
 
 Within whose depths the lowest deeps are 
 found, 
 And from whose heights the farthest stars resound, 
 
 Silvery sweet — the Key of Deity. 
 Take thou thy minor with thy major days. 
 
 For every note hath music, black or white ; 
 Grasp with a master hand the burning rays 
 
 Of pure Desire, whose fierce vibrations smite 
 The soul to flame. So shalt thou dwell always 
 
 A God divine whose Word begetteth light. 
 
 (9) 
 
OUR forth thy love upon 
 the poorest thing 
 That lives, and thou shalt 
 
 richer be thereby. 
 'Tis not the love for thee 
 
 which thou dost try 
 To win from others, that 
 doth often bring 
 Aught save brief joy and bitter surfeiting. 
 
 Deep in thy heart (perchance with ebbing 
 sigh) 
 Tosseth a sea that naught will satisfy, 
 
 Save to pour love from depths past measur- 
 ing. 
 Love not with love that asks for love again — 
 
 Thou need'st no lovers, blessed though they 
 be- 
 But bless the cause, although it bringeth pain. 
 
 That draws thy love like the resistless sea 
 To embrace the world. All other love is vain 
 To satisfy the God that yearns in thee. 
 
 (10) 
 
AKE thou the varied ac- 
 tions of the Past, 
 The crimson and the 
 white, the black and 
 gold. 
 The blue and brown; yea, 
 
 all the hues untold 
 In the dull foil of bygone 
 days amassed. 
 Wrung from experiences behind thee cast. 
 
 How hard the toil before thy hand could hold 
 Those different tinctures, now so dull and cold! 
 
 Deem them not worthless. Neither stare 
 aghast. 
 Nor sorrow over them with fruitless sighs. 
 
 As things immutable, deeds that for aye 
 Can ne'er be changed. Take thou those varied dyes 
 
 And with them fling upon the future gray 
 Thy Godhood's power. The past within thee lies, 
 A living force for thee to use today. 
 
 (II) 
 
OST thou despise the count- 
 less Hours that drift 
 Into thy presence with no 
 
 word to say? 
 Dost thou complain be- 
 cause in hodden gray 
 They silent stand before 
 thee, meekly lift 
 Their empty palms devoid of any gift, 
 
 Then, leaving thee forlorn, pursue their way? 
 Messengers of thy destiny are they. 
 
 They come to take, and not to give, to sift 
 And hoard thy wealth, so sternly battled for. 
 
 These niggard Hours thou dost so much con- 
 demn 
 Are stewards of thy pain. They will restore 
 
 Thy treasures blazing in the diadem 
 The future holds for thee. Yea, evermore 
 
 They wait for gifts from thee. Give thou to 
 them. 
 
 (12) 
 
HAT which Today seems 
 Fact, but lately may 
 Have seemed the idle fig- 
 ment of a dream; 
 And martyrs have dared 
 death for things that 
 seem 
 Like old wives' fables, 
 heard by us today. 
 Fiction and Fact surround us with a spray 
 
 Of ever-shifting mist, and those who deem 
 That they can trust therein, will rue their stay. 
 
 Soul ! Be thou true to that which seemeth true 
 To thee, but fret not if it disappear 
 
 Before To-morrow's sun like morning dew. 
 That which we gain from that which we revere, 
 
 Outlasts old creeds, yea, and creates the new ; 
 For Worship is the Star by which we steer. 
 
 (13) 
 
CHILD one day, watching 
 an insect strain 
 Great wings to leave its 
 strait cocoon, drew back 
 The encircling mesh, wid- 
 ening the narrow crack 
 Through which it strove 
 its freedom to obtain. 
 Alas I that kindness proved the greatest bane, 
 Since never flew that butterfly, for lack 
 Of strength that strife had given. Its wings hung 
 slack, 
 Robbed of the blood that else had filled each 
 vein. 
 Enforced, so, to flow at bitter cost 
 
 Of needful agony. Dost thou despair 
 Because the web of circumstance now most 
 
 Envelops thee, whose wings of Godhood wear 
 So slowly through to freedom? Naught is lost. 
 
 The strength that comes of wrestling, none 
 can spare. 
 
 (14) 
 
RUST not in Hope or Fear. 
 
 They are, each one, 
 
 Twin children bred of 
 
 Doubt. Their baleful 
 
 fire, 
 
 A flickering marsh light, 
 
 leads us o'er the mire 
 Even to Despair, and then 
 their task is done. 
 For when emotion slowly turns to stone. 
 
 Facing that foe — and Hope and Fear expire, 
 'Tis then alone, surviving anguish dire. 
 
 That Faith can place stern Reason on his 
 throne. 
 Hast died to Hope and Fear*? Yea, hast thou trod 
 
 The razor edge that bridges the abyss 
 Where Madness cowers? Hast lain beneath the sod. 
 And felt upon thy heart the worm's cold kiss? 
 Then only with the calmness of a God 
 
 Canst thou confront and claim Eternal bliss. 
 
 (IS) 
 
EGRET not what is done. 
 'Tis done, I trow. 
 Nor does the Future for 
 
 thy Godhood hold 
 More promise than the 
 Present doth. Be bold! 
 Lo I in thy heart the living 
 fire doth glow 
 Whose virile flame a ruddy light doth throw 
 
 On all thy deeds. Let not that fire grow cold, 
 But forge therewith deeds of heroic mould. 
 
 In worlds or seen or unseen, while thy brow 
 With blinding sweat runs down, work thou To-day. 
 With all thy strength of brain and sinew, 
 smite ! 
 Plunged in the glory of that inner ray 
 
 That burns within the soul and turns to light 
 The blackest hour, take thou that iron, I say, 
 
 And shape therefrom thy Godhood's power 
 and might. 
 
 (16) 
 
IKE a white eagle on some 
 towering peak 
 Fronting the burning sun 
 
 with radiant eyes, 
 Bid thy free mind to 
 heights of knowledge 
 rise. 
 When thou art hungered, 
 flesh the curved beak 
 Of Meditation on wild thoughts that break 
 
 Old boundaries through. Fly thou 'neath 
 boundless skies. 
 In the fierce joy of power that satisfies, 
 
 To rend, and to devour, and still to seek. 
 Yea, let thy mind, plumed with deific might. 
 
 Flashing from star to star, all worlds explore ; 
 Reaching new realms each year with tireless flight, 
 Breasting deep-winged the Empyrean's core^ 
 Bathed in the Sun of Suns whose dazzling light 
 Leads thee to gaze and fly forevermore. 
 
 (17) 
 
HAT is't to be a God? 
 Soul, thou say' St well, 
 To be a God is to have 
 
 power to be 
 More kind and not more 
 
 cruel ; power to free 
 And not to crush; to lock 
 the Gate of Hell, 
 And ope the Gate of Heaven. Power that can dwell 
 
 In peace with others differing from thee ; 
 Power out of discord to bring harmony, 
 
 Power that in silence worketh, power to quell 
 All tempests in the soul whose fragile shell 
 
 Holds its deiiic strength. If thou would'st 
 own 
 The understanding heart, the omniscient brain. 
 
 The hand that heals, the ever radiant crown 
 Of Wisdom and of Love — yea, would'st obtain 
 
 All these and be a God — seek not renown. 
 Service in love, alone this power can gain. 
 
 (i8) 
 
USTICE with bandaged eyes 
 
 is well designed, 
 
 Wav'ring for evermore 
 
 'twixt scales and sword. 
 
 How can she rightly see to 
 
 cut the cord 
 Of circumstance that doth 
 so straitly bind 
 The helpless soul ? How poise the wheels that grind 
 That soul to dust? How blame and how 
 reward? 
 Can she, being blind, see better than her Lord? 
 
 Omniscience pardons all, since all are blind. 
 "Give me adjustment and not justice," pleads 
 
 The stricken world. Alas! 'Tis easier far 
 To slay the weak than staunch the wound that 
 
 bleeds. 
 Soul ! Fall not short in loving, for there are 
 
 Scores to condemn, for one that intercedes ; 
 And we are all the Prisoner at the Bar. 
 
 (19) 
 
OOPERATION and For- 
 bearance ! Yea, 
 In those two words all the 
 
 Millennium lies. 
 'Tis not Coercion that for- 
 ever cries 
 "I hate or this, or that, 
 therefore away 
 With the accursed thing!" that brings the day 
 
 Of Freedom, while the Lawlessness that sighs 
 For liberty unchecked, finds that the prize 
 
 It seeks, crowns only those that can obey. 
 Cooperate with those that love the things 
 
 Thou lovest, and forbear to look awry 
 On those that differ from thee. Serfs and kings 
 Have but One Root : and such diversity 
 Means strength whose growth to separation springs. 
 As trees full-branched spring toward the sky. 
 
 (20) 
 
OUNDLESS Deific Energy 
 within ! 
 This only is the substance 
 
 thou mayest take 
 And work therewith, striv- 
 ing each day to make 
 Out of the raw material 
 known as Sin, 
 The polished radiant Virtue that doth win 
 
 Immunity from error or mistake. 
 Scorn not thy hidden jewels. Rather, break 
 
 The soil and bring them forth. This day 
 begin 
 Patiently fashioning some gem divine 
 
 Within the darkness of thy being found. 
 Thy Nature is an ever teeming mine. 
 
 Nigh all thy treasure lieth underground. 
 Thou hast the clay. Work on with what is thine ! 
 
 Then bring thy Godhood forth, with glory 
 crowned. 
 
 (21) 
 
E have to lead us, as the An- 
 cients had, 
 A changeful cloud by day, 
 
 and through the night 
 An ever flaming shaft of 
 
 glowing light, 
 To guide us to a land with 
 verdure clad, 
 With silver milk, and golden honey glad, — 
 
 The Land of Deity where Right is Might, 
 Where all as Gods may reign. Would'st see aright, 
 O Soul, with burdens bowed, with sorrows 
 sad^ 
 They who imagine godlike deeds achieve 
 
 The deeds of Gods. This power is also thine. 
 Let not imagination's glory weave 
 
 Luridest light about Despair's dark shrine; 
 Set it on heavenly things and never leave 
 
 Its fire till thou hast gained thy realm Divine. 
 
 (22) 
 
VEN today Life's Passover is 
 thine, 
 Within thy veins the Pas- 
 chal Blood flows red, 
 The God within thee lifts 
 
 His kingly head, 
 And the Avenging Angel 
 flees the sign. 
 Drink thou of Joy's exhilarating wine, 
 
 And eat of Satisfaction's sweetest bread. 
 Thine enemies are slain, thy foes have fled ; 
 
 Lift up thy voice with shoutings 'neath the 
 vine! 
 Pure and unblemished is thy Sacrifice, 
 
 The knowledge of thy Godhood is thy meat ; 
 The Living Word, thy portion. Oh, arise 
 
 Thou King of Kings I and stand upon thy 
 feet; 
 For thou no more shalt kneel to Deities. 
 
 With self-reliance gird thy loins and eat. 
 
 (23) 
 
HERE is an Holy Mountain 
 on whose crest 
 Radiant with quenchless 
 
 light a City stands. 
 The Holy City builded 
 
 without hands, 
 Eternal in the Heavens, 
 wherein the Blest 
 To whom Deific energy is rest, 
 
 Pour ceaseless blessings forth upon all lands* 
 So lofty is this Mount that it commands 
 
 All worlds, yet hides it in the humblest 
 breast, — 
 The Mount of Restitution for our race. 
 
 'Tis climbed by those who bear The Holy 
 Name, 
 And trusting in their Godhood, take the Place 
 
 From the beginning theirs. Arise and claim. 
 Thy Kingdom I Seek this Mountain and embrace 
 Thy Deity upon its crest of flame. 
 
 (24) 
 
HERE is a Law Divine that 
 boldly saith 
 "I am a God, because I 
 
 also know 
 My Brethren to be Gods/' 
 
 With touch of snow 
 'Tis written by the velvet 
 hand of Faith 
 Upon the heart that silent faced the wraith 
 
 Of Death and Hell, and turned to stone with 
 woe, 
 A sheltering Rock, whose kind recesses show 
 
 All soft with moss and flowers, hiding the 
 scathe 
 Of fires forespent. And none can break this Law 
 That judge th not. Yea, that condemneth 
 none, 
 But findeth every soul without a flaw 
 
 And biddeth each stand for himself alone ; 
 And, standing so, keep the whole world in awe 
 
 Since one doth stand for all, and all for one* 
 
 (25) 
 
EHOLD the splendour of 
 the burning Star 
 That rises o'er the world. 
 
 It shines on thee, 
 And glorious dawns this 
 
 New Epiphany. 
 Nor needs there any wan- 
 dering near or far 
 To reach thine heaven, for those star rays are 
 
 Within thy soul. Even there resplendently 
 They halo thine incarnate Deity 
 
 That ignorance can neither stain nor mar. 
 Through all the centuries so swift in flight. 
 
 And yet so slow, that Star with eight-fold ray 
 Hath shone unfalteringly through gulfs of night. 
 Bearing the message brought to thee today. 
 "Thou art a God Divine!" Behold the Light! 
 
 Oh, Soul! whoe'er thou art. Hear and obey! 
 
 (26) 
 
OUL, be thou chaste! For 
 know that chastity 
 Is Singlemindedness, nor 
 
 more nor less. 
 Toward thy loved Ideal 
 
 onward press 
 With brain and mind and 
 soul and spirit free. 
 Pour thou thyself with the intensity 
 
 Of passionate-hearted singlemindedness, 
 That cold, cold seething only can express. 
 
 Into the mould of that which thou wouldst be. 
 Keep thou thy virgin aim immaculate. 
 
 Control nor waste thy soul's creative power. 
 In love and wisdom work, and patient wait 
 
 Until thy Godhood thrusteth into flower. 
 Then crown thee with the strength that conquers 
 Fate, 
 Divine virility's immortal dower. 
 
 (27) 
 
HIS is thy Resurrection 
 Morn. Arise, 
 O Soul, in all thy God- 
 hood's majesty! 
 Shake off Despair's o'er- 
 
 whelming lethargy, 
 The Day Star shineth on 
 thy sealed eyes. 
 Wisdom divine that to her children cries, 
 
 Crieth "Immanuel, My Son I" to thee, 
 'Tut on thy Individual Deity." 
 
 And dost thou wait a trumpet from the skies 
 Ere thou wilt rise? That clarion call is thine 
 
 That blossoms hear in Spring, even Desire 
 That turns the rising sap to riotous wine. 
 
 And gloweth in the veins like rosy fire. 
 Desire to be a God, to be Divine. 
 
 This is thy trumpet call — "Aspire I Aspire I" 
 
 (28) 
 
N Love's rich treasury keep 
 thou a store 
 Of little coins to scatter 
 
 day by day ; 
 Kind words, and pleasant 
 smiles, and looks that 
 say 
 "Thou hast done well!" 
 Do not neglect to pour 
 This largesse forth, and thou shalt evermore 
 
 Grow richer as thou journey'st on thy way. 
 Keep thou of love a margin to defray 
 
 The unforeseen that mounteth up the score. 
 For what avails it, though Love's treasury 
 
 With massy ingots filled, and gems in heaps. 
 Could ransom all the world, if close to thee 
 
 Some heart go hungry, while thy silence keeps 
 Guard o'er thy wealth intact^ Out with thy Key! 
 And feed the soul that close beside thee weeps. 
 
 (29) 
 
RT thou a God in body mas- 
 culine, 
 Thy red blood running 
 
 fiercely in the clay? 
 Remember that thou art a 
 
 God Today! 
 Even as a sun, send out 
 thy strength divine; 
 Let thy vitality all glorious shine 
 
 In gentleness and chastity whose ray 
 On some Ideal centered, ne'er can stray. 
 
 Helping thee aye to conquer. Give no sign 
 Till thou hast won. Fight like the God thou art. 
 
 With circumstance, not with thy deathless 
 kin. 
 Of thy Deific nature let the part 
 
 Divinely feminine enthroned within 
 Thy soul, possess thee. So shall brain and heart, 
 Equally great, thy crown immortal win. 
 
 (30) 
 
RT thou a God, yet born to 
 low estate 
 In woman's form*? What 
 
 matters that to thee*? 
 Impregnate with divine 
 
 virility 
 The weaker souls that to 
 thy power vibrate. 
 In worlds unseen do thou, a God, create 
 The race Deific that is yet to be. 
 Let wisdom seal thy lips, and silently 
 
 Work on ! Thou Ruler of The Golden Gate ! 
 Thou art a spiritual athlete whose grip 
 
 Uplifts the earth even as it were a toy; 
 Thy courage and thy deathless passion clip 
 
 Destiny close, till she give birth to Joy. 
 Thy sweet compassion doth the light outstrip. 
 
 Thy woman's form can ne'er thy power 
 destroy. 
 
 (31) 
 
UARD well thy thoughts. 
 ^'Thoughts are but feeble 
 
 things"? 
 Then are we feeble, tool 
 
 Thou dost contain 
 Within the priceless treas- 
 ure house, thy brain. 
 All the electric energy that 
 flings 
 Divine creations forth whose tireless wings. 
 
 Sweeping from star to star, can thee sustain 
 On mighty pinions cradled so, to gain 
 
 The Eternal strength and joy that Godhead 
 brings. 
 Let every moment of this fleeting day, 
 
 Find thee, if weak in body, strong in thought. 
 Think like a God with power ; and all thy clay. 
 
 Like river banks by the swift water wrought, 
 Shall prove, beneath thy mind's resistless sway. 
 
 Thou art the God thy love so long hath 
 sought. 
 
 (32) 
 
AKE time within thy hand 
 and let it be 
 E'en as a measuring rod 
 
 of shining gold 
 And span therewith the 
 
 years as they unfold. 
 For thou art Master of thy 
 Destiny, 
 And all the years to come are hid in thee. 
 
 Yea, as the spider's womb the mesh doth 
 hold, 
 So doth thy touch the magic web unfold. 
 
 Spinning life's cloth out of Eternity. 
 Shake thyself free of the old thought and know 
 
 Time is a force thy Godhood must command. 
 In Love and Wisdom ever older grow 
 
 And everlasting youth shall take thy hand, 
 And passing seasons as they come and go 
 
 Shall clothe thy soul with fadeless beauty 
 grand. 
 
 (33) 
 
IS not enough to sit at home, 
 till Fate 
 Doth to our door bring Op- 
 portunity; 
 For though we vigil keep 
 
 unceasingly, 
 The chance desired may 
 never reach our gate ; 
 Or, reaching it, may yet arrive too late 
 
 To bring us any gain or good thereby. 
 Nay, we must wait and sow industriously 
 
 Such seeds of virile thought as shall create 
 Those opportunities for which we wait. 
 
 If we would taste the fruits of victory. 
 Since we are Gods with needs omnivorant. 
 
 We must as Gods create the thing we need* 
 For Glory through achievement, dost thou pant? 
 
 Create the opportunity decreed 
 To bring thee to success, nor yet be scant 
 
 Of Toil, but use it wisely. So, succeed. 
 
 (34) 
 
HE affirmations of thy God- 
 hood prize 
 As blocks of basalt hewn 
 
 to store within 
 Their walls of adamant 
 the thoughts that spin. 
 And boiling, rend the 
 brain ; yea, that capsize 
 The shuddering reason that all vainly tries 
 
 To stem the whelming flood whose clamorous 
 din 
 Naught once could silence, save Death's fixed grin, 
 
 Soul ! to thy task ! There thy salvation lies. 
 Thine affirmations, each a living stone, 
 
 Repeat untiringly, day after day, 
 Till Thought's dynamic force (thy task being done) , 
 Is curbed, and wastes no more its bed of clay 
 With riotous floods. Then turn Life's arid zone, 
 With thy stored waters, to an Eden gay. 
 
 ^35) 
 
OUL! Hast thou slain the 
 
 personal will that cried 
 
 For personal ends and 
 
 aims*? 
 Hast thou, too, drained 
 The bitter cup of Self- 
 denial, stained 
 With blood and tears*? 
 Hast lost the tender 
 Guide 
 Whose living form was ever by thy side? 
 
 Have old ideals faded*? Hast thou gained 
 Nothing for all thy griefs? Hath comfort waned? 
 Art thou left helpless since old faiths have 
 died? 
 Comfort thy heart. Even this day for thee 
 
 Thy sceptre waits, the glorious will Divine; 
 And for the rags of thy humility. 
 
 The monarch's crown, the pontiff's robes are 
 thine ; 
 And for thy Guide long lost, Lo ! thou art He ! 
 
 Thou art thyself the God thou didst resign. 
 
 (36) 
 
HERE is a Feast prepared 
 for thee, and all 
 Who care to take thereof : 
 
 and it is free, 
 Neither for price nor 
 
 money offered thee. 
 Only thy glad acceptance 
 of the call. 
 And there is none too crippled, weak, or small. 
 
 For welcome. Dost thou ask how this can be ? 
 "Food for the world" ? Look in thine heart and see I 
 
 There is thy portion and thy banquet hall. 
 Within thy heart the ruddy wine flows bright : 
 
 Power of Eternal Life forever spilt. 
 Within thine heart the Hidden Manna white : 
 
 Power to fulfil desire, power without guilt. 
 Wisdom hath spread the table in thy sight, 
 
 And Love invites thee. Answer as thou wilt! 
 
 X37) 
 
OTHER I that for thy chil- 
 dren doth so dread 
 The fate that bears thy 
 loved ones far from 
 thee, 
 To toil midst dangers that 
 
 thou canst not see, 
 Till thy heart quails 'neath 
 woes imagined, — 
 Why dost thou sigh and moan with bended head 
 
 Imploring some far distant Deity 
 To save thy children^ Thou thyself shouldst be 
 
 The source Divine from whence their souls are 
 fed. 
 Thou hast no time for tears ! By night and day, 
 Send forth thine affirmations to uphold, 
 Guard, guide and prosper those thou lovest; yea. 
 
 Thine affirmations, like a shield of gold. 
 Shall keep them safe ; thy Godhood is their stay. 
 
 Thou art the God thou didst implore of old ! 
 
 (38) 
 
OW great are the achieve- 
 ments of thy race, 
 How marvelous the works 
 
 of brain and hands I 
 The deeds of Gods whose 
 power divine commands 
 Earth, Ocean, Flame, and 
 Air, and Time, and 
 Space I 
 Yet is there anguish written in each face. 
 
 Anguish unspeakable, for iron bands 
 Fetter the lips, and as the soul expands 
 
 It strives in vain for utterance to keep pace 
 With its unfoldment. Dost thou deem the dumb 
 Work better for their very speechlessness'? 
 That mighty heroes need not the poor crumb 
 
 Of comfort found in words'? Yet doth the 
 press 
 Of stifled thought oft leave the spirit numb. 
 
 Affirm, "I am a God!" Wilt thou do less*? 
 
 (39) 
 
ROM sunset until sunrise." 
 Oh ! put by 
 Those childish words, so 
 
 foreign to the Truth. 
 Rejoice! rejoice! with all 
 
 the fire of youth, 
 That there are miracles 
 none can deny; 
 That soaring on a star all gloriously 
 
 Through sapphire realms ethereal, thou dost 
 
 fly, 
 
 Devouring space unfathomed. For in sooth. 
 
 The sacred boughs of the Hebraic Booth, 
 Though sacred still, no longer hide the sky. 
 
 *Trom sunrise unto sunset." Lo! the phrase 
 Keeps us bowed down in mist: but say, "I swing 
 
 Earth-borne, about the sun, swept in a blaze 
 Of golden beams, a God!" — straight thou dost fling 
 
 Thyself to Freedom, and the untrammeled 
 ways 
 Of vast enfranchisement that light doth bring. 
 
 (40) 
 
HY Godhood's Holy Stand- 
 ard, long foretold, 
 Now, Israel, lift on high! 
 
 Tinctured blood-red, 
 'Tis quartered, and each 
 
 quarter blazoned 
 With mystic charges all 
 achieved in gold. 
 Four lions winged and crowned, thereon behold, 
 
 That over worlds on worlds victorious tread; 
 The cup and sheaf; the fountain tokened 
 
 By the heraldic circle wave bescrolled; 
 The eight stringed harp; the keys; Life's sacred 
 wheel. 
 Rose, quatref oil, and phoenix all aflame ; 
 The distaff, and the book whose pages heal; 
 
 The golden fruit, the palm boughs that pro- 
 claim 
 Perpetual victory; and for final seal, 
 
 Within th' encircled square. Thy Holy Name. 
 
 (41) 
 
HE Golden Helmet gleams 
 upon thy Brows, 
 Of individual Deity the 
 
 sign; 
 And harnessed in the pan- 
 oply Divine 
 Of theocratic character 
 that knows 
 Nor flaw, nor stain, whose polished steel bestows 
 A matchless splendor, I behold thee shine, 
 The heroic offspring of a deathless Line, 
 
 That ever mightier through thy Godhood 
 grows. 
 Now mounted on Thy Passion purified. 
 
 That milk white steed with eyes of burning 
 flame. 
 Throned as upon a Rock I watch Thee ride 
 
 Down countless centuries, in thy Holy Name 
 Conquering forever, bearing at thy side 
 
 The sword that strikes to free, and not to 
 maim. 
 
 (42) 
 
UT on thy holy cassock, 
 Strength Divine, 
 And o'er it fling the Robe 
 
 of Righteousness, 
 And set the silken stole 
 
 above thy dress. 
 The Holy Yoke of that 
 blest Law benign 
 That none can break, that breaketh none, so fine 
 
 Its equity to comfort and redress ; 
 And let the Holy Shoulder Straps caress 
 
 Thy shoulders, of self-government the sign, 
 Keeping the Yoke in place. Set on thy head 
 
 The Holy Cap, of Godhead's Will the tower. 
 Then, shod with sandals— Peace Immeasured— 
 
 Clasping unending conquests for thy dower — 
 Those smooth white pebbles from Life's river bed — 
 Go forth, thou Priest, vestured with God- 
 head's power! 
 
 (43) 
 
ISCIPLINE and Obedience! 
 Spurn not these; 
 These are the steps that 
 
 lead unto the throne 
 Of Godhood^s power. For 
 
 none may stand alone, 
 A God in strength, who 
 hath not to his knees 
 Been flung a thousand times, and by degrees 
 
 Growing in power as often as overthrown, 
 Hath wrestled with Despair till he hath grown 
 
 Through many failures. Master of Life's keys. 
 Govern* thyself in heart and mind aright. 
 
 Thou wilt not taste of power Divine until 
 Feeling and thought and word and deed unite 
 
 In harmony to work thy Spirit's will. 
 Discipline and obedience spell Delight 
 
 Unto the God whose crown is service still. 
 
 (44) 
 
RET not thy soul because 
 monotony 
 Fills all thy days in little 
 
 duties spent, 
 In little thoughts on little 
 
 cares intent, 
 Needful for others' com- 
 fort, but to thee 
 How wearisome, that yearnest to be free! 
 
 Fret not thy soul ! Heroic deeds are sent 
 Of tenest to those whose hearts and minds are bent 
 
 On trivial tasks the world may never see. 
 "Life is monotonous !" So one may say 
 
 "The sunlight casts a shadow/' Bid thy soul 
 Use the monotony that lines thy day. 
 
 As fiery chariots rushing to their goal 
 Use ribs of steel to bear them on their way, 
 
 Deeming 'tis velvet over which they roll. 
 Intent upon thy goal, do thou as they. 
 
 Us) 
 
ITHIN thy heart pulses the 
 selfsame flame 
 That forges for the wasp 
 
 bright belts of gold, 
 And fuses flashing opals in 
 
 the fold 
 Of filmy wings whose text- 
 ure puts to shame 
 The silken tissue of the cobweb's frame. 
 
 The fire swift-leaping in thee to behold 
 Beauty so wonderful, so purely bold 
 
 In earth, and sky, and sea, that joys to claim 
 Kindred with loveliness where'er it springs. 
 
 Is but the blush of Beauty found in thee 
 To which all other beauty tribute brings — 
 
 Beauty Divine that dawns resplendently, 
 And quickening to the glory that it sings. 
 
 Flowers forth in thine Incarnate Deity. 
 
 (46) 
 
ET Mirth's warmth-giving 
 light illume thy mind, 
 Dispersing every gloom 
 
 with rippling gold. 
 Be thine the sun's sweet 
 
 tolerance to behold 
 Ripening perfection 
 'neath the roughest rind. 
 The Saviours of the world are those who bind 
 
 Its gaping wounds with love, and softly fold 
 Their wisdom round it, fleecy with the gold 
 
 Of laughter pure as sunlight and as kind. 
 Be thine such laughter, healthful as the sea. 
 Dealing virility with every breath; 
 Laughter Divine that none can learn, save he 
 
 That hears it rolling 'neath the ribs of Death : 
 Laughter benign, whose tender sympathy 
 
 Flings o'er Life's nakedness its velvet sheath. 
 
 (47) 
 
HIS is thy Judgment Day, 
 O Soul ; and none 
 Can judge thee save thy- 
 self. If thou dost see 
 In those around, Incarnate 
 
 Deity, — 
 Then as a God thyself, as- 
 cend thy throne. 
 Dost thou with Love Divine for all atone, 
 
 By the compassion that doth lift to thee 
 The ignorant and helpless^ Would'st thou free 
 
 The wandering souls around thee, till not one 
 Be left to wail in darkness? Then art thou 
 
 That judge whose Love and Wisdom giveth 
 praise. 
 Instead of blame, to all, swift to allow 
 
 Equity's law to govern divers ways. 
 Arise, thou Holy One with radiant brow. 
 
 Judge of Thyself alone. Thyself upraise ! 
 
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ALM as a God of the Egyp- 
 tian race, 
 That, hewn from basalt, 
 
 fronts the ages' flight 
 With the stern majesty of 
 
 regnant might, 
 Take thou thy Godhood's 
 throne and keep thy 
 place I 
 Be thine that equipoise which still keeps pace 
 
 With swiftest progress, viewing Day and 
 Night 
 Like cups overbrimming with the wine of light. 
 
 Drink thence, nor move from thine eternal 
 base. 
 True Balance and Proportion, Perfect Poise 
 
 That pulses with the stars and yet doth keep 
 Step with the tiniest insect and its joys, — 
 
 This is the secret rhythm whose vast sweep 
 Takes centuries at a breath and deems the noise 
 
 Of worlds that rise and fall — an infant's 
 sleep. 
 
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OLD thou thy peace when 
 others coldly frown 
 Upon the gamester's pas- 
 sion. The desire 
 To win against all odds, 
 
 though in the mire 
 It may be rooted, wears the 
 Lotus crown. 
 He who to gain eternal wealth flings down 
 
 His earthly wealth, feels the true gamester's 
 fire. 
 The thrill that hazard only can inspire 
 
 Is ours whose future still remains unknown. 
 The affirmations of thy Godhood bear 
 
 An eight on every side, and they are made 
 For those whose souls have paid the price — Despair. 
 
 Thou who with other dice so oft hast played 
 And lost, now play and win joys past compare 
 In any world than wilt. Be not afraid ! 
 
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ET every Creed be sacred 
 
 in thy sight. 
 
 Time's whirring stone, 
 
 whence flawless facts 
 
 are ground 
 
 From quainter fancies in 
 
 life's darkness found, 
 Grinds the great Diamond 
 Truth and brings to 
 light 
 Creed after creed; even as from blackest night 
 
 The radiant Day springs forth, with glory 
 crowned, 
 Each facet in that priceless Diamond's round 
 
 Forth flashes from the hands that made it 
 bright. 
 Sacred to thee, oh. Soul, be every creed, 
 
 Be every facet wrought with so much woe 
 Out of the past; but for the pangs that freed 
 
 One after one the faiths of long ago. 
 From gulf of Doubt, thou had'st not found indeed 
 
 Thy Godhood's Faith today, of flame and 
 
 snow. 
 
 (51) 
 
F every virtue that is dear 
 to thee, 
 Hold thou calm Patience 
 
 dearest of them all; 
 Patience, aye watchful 
 
 that no harm befall 
 The little lives that clus- 
 ter 'round her knee; 
 Patience, that ever worketh tenderly, 
 
 Turning to beauty all things great or small ; 
 Patience, whose fingers weave the coronal 
 
 Of attributes that crown thy Deity; 
 Patience, who leads us, though the way be long, 
 
 To rest and peace ; and lends the aching heart 
 Her tireless strength. Ah ! Though she lack the song 
 That joy may sing, yet doth her touch impart 
 Power to fulfill all tasks — to right all wrong. 
 
 Who learns of Patience, masters every art. 
 
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XACT not overmuch of those 
 that call 
 Themselves thy kindred. 
 
 Oftentimes they fail, 
 Because their gifts to thee 
 
 in nought avail 
 To satisfy thy longing. 
 Thou art thrall 
 To that within, which naught without at all 
 
 Can compass. Turn within and lift the veil ! 
 Thy little household loves grow dim and pale. 
 
 Quenched by thy Godhood's flame whose sun- 
 beams fall 
 Upon the hearth of clay. Nor kith, nor kin 
 
 Can comfort thee, if thou through ignorance 
 miss 
 The espousal of thy Godhead. Thou must win, 
 
 And feed thy soul with the eternal kiss 
 Of thine Ideal in thee. Soul, look within I 
 
 There dwells the source alone of lasting bliss* 
 
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HIDE not thy soul because 
 thou canst not burn 
 With love for all alike. 
 
 Twin laws there be 
 That hold all things in 
 
 peace and equity — 
 Attraction and repulsion; 
 these in turn 
 Acting on every life, bid it discern 
 
 What most it needs to flower in harmony. 
 These give the rose the strength a rose to be, 
 
 Teaching it what to choose and what to spurn. 
 Attraction and repulsion both are blessed. 
 
 Love what thou canst, for so thy soul will 
 grow. 
 And whatsoe'er repels thee, know 'tis best. 
 
 Ignore it. Hate it not, but let it go. 
 Love what thou canst and leave to Time the rest. 
 Remember! oceans ebb, as well as flow. 
 
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AVE faith, oh stricken soul, 
 to see aright 
 If loved ones seem to thee 
 
 to go astray. 
 Pour out thine affirma- 
 tions day by day 
 To lead them through the 
 darkness of their night, 
 For they, like thee, are journeying to the Light. 
 
 The God that dwells in them knows best the 
 way 
 And erreth not. He guides and they obey. 
 
 Lost though they seem to thy tear-blinded 
 sight. 
 Be of good cheer. Weep not, but say instead : 
 
 "The God within them guides them, knowing 
 best." 
 Whilst thou dost seek them sorrowing and with 
 dread, 
 Deeming them lost to thee, by doubt dis- 
 tressed. 
 They in the Temple still are housed and fed. 
 
 Return and find them there, and be at rest. 
 
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EEP not for Old Jerusalem 
 the Blest, 
 Nor turn thereto as to a 
 
 land apart — 
 The land thou dwellest in, 
 
 take to thy heart. 
 All lands are sanctified 
 that have been pressed 
 By feet divine, and Godhood is expressed 
 
 In every nation's noblest. Where thou art. 
 And whatsoe'er thy work in field or mart. 
 
 Be thou the Holy One that doth invest 
 The land with holiness. Yea, thou shalt dwell 
 
 Lord of all lands whose soil is dear to thee. 
 And blessings past the power of tongue to tell 
 
 Shall crown thine household and thine hus- 
 bandry. 
 Thou God of Love and Wisdom, Is-ra-el, 
 
 Whose Holy Land all worlds, all lands, must 
 be. 
 
 (56) 
 
OUD issuing from the Horn 
 of burnished gold, 
 Pressed to Day's ruddy 
 
 lip, a note doth swell. 
 Sonorous, full and deep, 
 
 that those who dwell 
 Upon the rugged moun- 
 tain heights, in cold 
 And weariness, grim watchmen stern and bold. 
 
 Faithful through weary centuries, know full 
 well. 
 It thunders, "To your tents, O Israel!" 
 
 Even as it thundered in the days of old. 
 Lo ! now the Lord Jehovah comes to reign 
 
 Within His Tent, our human form Divine: 
 There arms Himself with Hand and Heart and 
 Brain, 
 And pours his Spirit through our veins like 
 wine. 
 The Sun leaps up, and Israel once again 
 
 Lifts to His Flame the serried battle line. 
 
 (57) 
 
LEAD not with some far dis- 
 tant God to bless 
 Some Holy Babe and 
 
 Mother far away. 
 Be thou thyself the God 
 whose power shall stay, 
 With all a God's divinest 
 tenderness 
 (At once so strong to comfort and caress) , 
 
 The Holy Babes and Mothers of Today. 
 Bless thou the Holy Mothers most, for they 
 
 Are Godhood's Source and Sustenance, not 
 less. 
 Round every baby brow an aureole gleams. 
 Proceeding from th' Incarnate Deity. 
 The Holy mother in each mother dreams 
 
 Above the infant cradled on her knee. 
 Sing not of ancient Gods and ancient themes — 
 
 All babes enshrine our Godhood's majesty. 
 
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EVERE today. It is the wis- 
 est day 
 This world hath ever 
 known, this world so 
 young, 
 The very wisest day since 
 
 first it swung 
 Into its orbit and began to 
 play 
 With other stars that passed their time away 
 
 Playing at hide and seek the clouds among — 
 Flying through space like gems at hazard flung — 
 
 Whirling about the sun like fireflies gay. 
 'Tis a brave world and grown much older now; 
 It learneth to obey and groweth meek; 
 It hath known sorrow ; pain hath crowned its brow 
 With bloody sweat, and tears have stained its 
 cheek ; 
 It hath learned much, yet all the past doth know 
 
 Is but the tongue with which today doth 
 speak. 
 
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ROWNED with my benedic- 
 tion, go thy way, 
 Thou that hast told my 
 
 Rosary with me — 
 My blessing, evermore 
 
 that tenderly 
 Shall crown thee, as the 
 sunlight crowns the dav. 
 This is the golden pendant that doth sway 
 
 The rough, unpolished beads, carved awk- 
 wardly. 
 Yet odorous all with love, with love for thee, 
 
 And those thou lovest. Therefore let them 
 stay 
 A little while close gathered to thy heart 
 
 Until the fragrance of that love that clings 
 About the dusky chaplet, with shy art 
 
 Such subtle sweetness o'er thy memory flings 
 That of thy thought, my thought may yet be part — 
 Safe in the perfumed warmth remembrance 
 brings. 
 
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