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Out ofa stlver Tube a Dart
Shooting God's Spirit to her heart—*!
This beats the orthodox Dove-Suitor !
What explanation could be cuter
Than—Gabriel with a pea-shooter?
In such a conflict I stand neuter. Degradation of
But oh mistake not gold for pewter ! sential identity
The plain fact is : materialise of all forms of
What spiritual fact you choose, existence.
And all such turn to folly—-lose
The subtle splendour, and the wise
Love and dear bliss of truth. Beware
Lest your lewd laughter set a snare
For any! Thus and only thus
Will I admit a difference
*Twixt spirit and the things of sense.
What is the quarrel between us ?-
Why do our thoughts so idly clatter? —
I do not care one jot for matter, |
One jot for spirit, while you say
One is pure ether, one pure clay.
I’ve talked too long : you’re very good— Practical ad-
I only hope you’ve understood ! vice.
Remember that ‘‘ conversion ” lurks
Nowhere behind my words and works.
Go home and think! my talk refined
To the sheer needs of your own mind.
You cannot bring God in the compass
Of human thought? Up stick and thump ass!
Let human thought itself expand—
Bright Sun of Knowledge, in me rise!
Lead me to those exalted skies
To live and love and understand !
Paying no price, accepting nought—
The Giver and the Gift are one
With the Receiver—O thou Sun
Of thought, of bliss transcending thought,
Rise where division dies! Absorb
In glory of the glowing orb
Self and its shadow !