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A black veil has been lifted; we have seen The mighty shadow of the omniscient Lord; But who has lifted up the veil of light And who has seen the body of the King?

He sat in secret chambers looking out Into the luminous countries of the unborn Where all things dreamed by the mind are seen and true And all that the life longs for is drawn close.

He saw the Perfect in their starry homes Wearing the glory of a deathless form, Lain in the arms of the Eternal's peace, Rapt in the heart-beats of God-ecstasy.

There stooped with lightning neck and thunder's wings A radiant hymn to the Inexpressible And the anthem of the superconscient light.

There knowing herself by her own termless self, Wisdom supernal, wordless, absolute Sat uncompanioned in the eternal Calm, All-seeing, motionless, sovereign and alone.

To the still heights and to the troubled depths His equal spirit gave its vast assent: A poised serenity of tranquil strength, A wide unshaken look on Time's unrest Faced all experience with unaltered peace.

A happier cosmic working could begin And fashion the world-shape in him anew, God found in Nature, Nature fulfilled in God.

In a brief moment caught, a little space, All-Knowledge packed into great wordless thoughts Lodged in the expectant stillness of his depths A crystal of the ultimate Absolute,

There looked out from the shadow of the Unknown The bodiless Namelessness that saw God born And tries to gain from the mortal's mind and soul A deathless body and a divine name.

A glory and a rapture and a charm, The All-Blissful sat unknown within the heart; Earth's pains were the ransom of its prisoned delight.

ON A height he stood that looked towards greater heights. Our early approaches to the Infinite Are sunrise splendours on a marvellous verge While lingers yet unseen the glorious sun.

And sometimes, when our sight is turned within, Earth's ignorant veil is lifted from our eyes; There is a short miraculous escape.

Only sometimes a holier influence comes, A tide of mightier surgings bears our lives And a diviner Presence moves the soul;

In this dense field where nothing is plain or sure, Our very being seems to us questionable, Our life a vague experiment, the soul A flickering light in a strange ignorant world,

Along a path of aeons serpentine In the coiled blackness of her nescient course The Earth-Goddess toils across the sands of Time.

When darkness deepens strangling the earth's breast And man's corporeal mind is the only lamp, As a thief's in the night shall be the covert tread Of one who steps unseen into his house.

A few shall see what none yet understands; God shall grow up while the wise men talk and sleep; For man shall not know the coming till its hour And belief shall be not till the work is done.

A deep surrender is their source of might, A still identity their way to know, Motionless is their action like a sleep.