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The immortal sees not as we vainly see. He looks on hidden aspects and screened powers, He knows the law and natural line of things.

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

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.

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.

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

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,

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

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

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.