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To—what abyss’s dizzy brink?
And fall! And I have ceased to think!
That is, have conquered and made still
Mind’s lower powers by utter Will.
It may be that pure Nought will fail
Quite to assuage the needs of thought ;
But—who can tell me whether Nought
Untried, will or will not avail?
Aum! Let us meditate aright °°
On that adorable One Light,
Divine Savitri! So may She
Tliume our minds! So mote it be!
I find some folks think me (for one)
So great a fool that I disclaim
Indeed Jehovah’s hate for shame
That man to-day should not be weaned
Of worshipping so foul a fiend
In presence of the living Sun,
And yet replace him oiled and cleaned
By the Egyptian Pantheon,
The same thing by another name.
Thus when oflate Egyptian Gods
Evoked ecstatic periods
In verse of mine, you thought I praised
Or worshipped them—I stand amazed.
I merely wished to chant in verse
Some aspects of the Universe,
Summed up these subtle forces finely,
And sang of them (I think divinely)
In name and form: a fault perhaps—
Reviewers are such funny chaps!
I think that ordinary folk,
Though, understood the things I spoke.
For Gods, and devils too, I find
Are merely modes of my own mind!
The poet needs enthusiasm !
Verse-making is a sort of spasm,
Degeneration of the mind,
And things of that unpleasant kind.
VOL. Il. M
Nothing. The
Apotheosis of
Realism and
Idealism alike.
Gayatri.
Is ‘‘ The Soul
of Osiris "’ a
Hymn Book?
How verse is
written.
Prayer,