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… clinging skirts of Time. My place is fixed In the abyss beyond all Stars and Suns. I AM, the Resurrection and the Life ! Holy art Thou, Lord of the Universe ! Holy art Thou, whom Nature hath not formed ! Holy art Thou, the Vast and Mighty One ! O Lord of Darkness and O Lord of Light !
…m all-purified through suffering, All-perfect in the mystic sacrifice, And in the knowledge of my Selfhood made One with the Everlasting Lords of Life. The Glorified through Trial is My Name. The Rescuer of Matter is My Name. I am the Heart of Jesus girt about With the Swift Serpent ! I, Osirified, Stand in this Hall of Twofold Truth and say : Holy art Thou, Lord of the Universe ! Holy art Thou, whom Nature hath not formed ! Holy art Thou, O Vast and Mighty One ! O Lord of Darkness and O Lord of Light ! Holy art Thou, O Light above all Gods ! O…
…Fine wings in wanton ecstasy, and sleep Where the thin tongues of glory leap Up from the brazen hold And far majestic keep Of Djinn, the Lord of elemental light. But he beheld some sight Beyond that city’s joy : his gentle word The old king gently heard. (This king was Zôhra’s father) “ Lord and king Of love’s own city, give me leave to wing A fervid flight to yonder hills of night. Not that my soul is weary of the light And lordship of thy presence : but in tender dream I saw myself on the still stream Where the lake goes toward the mountain w…
…id eyes Give me their light : for thou dost stand, as God Among the Holy Ones. Before the gods Thy music moves, coequal, coeterne, Thou, Lord of Light and Life and Love ! Come forth ! I call thee in the holiest name of Him Lord of the Universe, and by His Name, Osiris perfected through suffering, Glorious in trial : by His Holy Name, Jesus, the Godhead passing through the gates Of Hell, that even there the rescuers Might find the darkness, and proclaim the light ; For I invoke thee by the sacred rites And secret words of everlasting power : By …
70 A LITANY V Strike, strike the louder chord ! Draw, draw the flaming sword, Crowned child and conquering Lord : Horus, avenger. VI Dawn-star of flaming light, Five rays in one unite, Light, Life, Love, Mercy, Might, Star of the Magi. VII Lift, lift the Cross of Light, Rose, golden, green, and white, Rise, rise athwart the night ! Mighty Aeshuri ! VIII Flame, flame, thou Blazoned Sun ! Seal-Star of Solomon ! Seven Mysteries in One ! Godhead and Mankind ! IX Beauty and life and love ! Let fly thy darling dove ! Bend to us from above, Lady Ahath…
…SOVEREIGN RED is the angry sunset, Murk is the even grey, Heavy the clouds that hover Over our Hell to-day. “ Say, in our dark Gomorrah, Lord, can an angel find Fifty, but fifty, righteous— Body—I say not Mind.” Sadly the angel turneth— “ Stay, ere thou fleest, stay ; Canst thou not find me twenty ? ” “ Nay ” is the answer, “ nay.” “ Are there not ten, bright spirit, Hidden, nor quickly seen, Somewhere in Hell’s dark alleys, Somewhere in Walham Green ? “ Speak, for I see thy forehead Sadden in dark denial, Is there not one that standeth Tempter…
…e House of Sri Parananda Swami, Ceylon. WITH feet set terribly dancing, With eyelids filled of flame, Wild lightnings from Him glancing, Lord Shiva went and came. The dancing of His feet was heard And was the final word. He danced the measure golden On dead men . . . His Saints and Rishis olden, The yogins that . . . He trampled them to dust and they Were sparks and no more clay. The dust thrown up around Him In cycles whirled and twined, Dim sparks that fled and found Him Like mist beyond the mind. The universe was peopled then With little god…
…. So the rift Sprang and the flame roared. Farewell, Paradise ! How shall a man that is a man reward Her priceless sacrifice, rebuke the Lord ? Why, there’s Convention’s corral ; ring her round ! Here’s shame’s barbed wire ; push out the unclean thing ! Here’s freedom’s falconry ; quick, clip her wing ! There, labour’s danger—thrust her underground ! 158
HYMN TO APOLLO Written in the Temple of Apollo, Scotland. GOD of the golden face and fiery forehead ! Lord of the Lion’s house of strength, exalted In the Ram’s horns ! O ruler of the vaulted Heavenly hollow ! Send out thy rays majestic, and the torrid Light of thy song ! thy countenance most splendid Bend to the suppliant on his face extended ! Hear me, Apollo ! Let thy fierce fingers sweep the lyre forgotten ! Recall the ancient glory of thy chanted Music that thrilled the hearts of men, and haunted Life to adore thee ! Cleanse thou our marke…
…ost, upon the lifeless, deathless plane, The desert desolate, the air inane ; Fallen, O fallen to eternity ! I, who have looked upon the Lord of Light ; I, I am Nothing, and dissolved in Night ! (THE SPIRIT OF GOD, DESCENDING, ASSUMETH HER INTO THE GLORY OF GOD.)
… eager- eyed The wise speeds on ; the racer so passes the hack with vigorous stride. By earnestness did Maghava attain of Gods to be the Lord. Praise is one-pointed thought’s reward ; Dispersion is a thing abhorred. The Bhikkhu who in Earnestness delights, who fears dispersions dire, His fetters all, both great and small, burning he moves about the fire.
…y rolled In tubes of silver, lutes of gold ; And all that palace drowsed away The hours that fanned with silken fold The progress of the Lord of Day. Yet, as he slept, a grey Shadow of dream drew near, and stooped And glided through the ranks of slaves, Leaving no shadow where they drooped, No echo in the architraves As silent as the grave’s. II6
…oes of toil. Seed of Abel, this thy shame— To the boar-spear yields the sword. Seed of Cain, to heaven flame, And to earth cast Heaven’s Lord ! THE LITANY OF SATAN O thou, of Angels fairest and most wise, God by Fate’s treachery shorn of liturgies ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! O Prince of Exile, Sufferer of wrong, Whose vengeance, conquered, rises triply strong ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery !
…ghs out the offering, accepts the pain, Hearing the pæan of the unprofane ! Lycian, listen ! God of the fiery face, the eyes inviolate ! Lord of soundless thunders, lightnings lightless ! Hear me now, for joy that I see thee sightless, Fervent to follow. Grant one boon ; destroy me, let me die elate, Blasted with light intolerant of a mortal, That the undying in me pass thy portal ! Hear me, Apollo. Hear me, or if about thy courts be girded Paler some purple softening the sunlight Merciful, mighty, O divide the one light Into a million Shattere…
INVOCATION * O SELF Divine ! O Living Lord of Me ! Self-shining flame, begotten of Beyond ! Godhead immaculate ! Swift tongue of fire, Kindled from that immeasurable light The boundless, the immutable. Come forth, My God, my lover, spirit of my heart, Heart of my soul, white virgin of the Dawn, My Queen of all perfection, come thou forth From thine abode beyond the Silences To me the prisoner, me the mortal man, Shrined in this clay : come forth, I say, to me, Initiate my quickened soul ; draw near, And let the glory of thy Godhead shine Throug…
THE HERMIT’S HYMN TO SOLITUDE Namo Tassa Bhagavato Arahato Sammasambuddhasa. Venerable Lord and Best of Friends. We, seeing the cycle in which Maha Brahma is perhaps more a drifting buoy than ourselves, knowing that it is called the walking in delusion, the puppet show of delusion, the writing of delusion, the fetter of delusion, are aware that the way out of the desert is found by going into the desert. Will you, in your lonely lama-serai, accept this hymn from me, who, in the centre of civilization, am perhaps more isolated than you in your c…
…e ; Here, in the Law’s impassive shrine, no hope is of release. All things escape me, all repine, all alter, ruin, cease. II But thou, O Lord, O Apollo, Must thou utterly change and pass ? Thy light be lost in the hollow ? Thy face as a maid’s in a glass Go out and be lost and be broken As the face of the maid is withdrawn, And thy people with sorrow unspoken Wait, wait for the dawn ? But thou, O Diana, our Lady, Shall it be as if never had been ?
…arity. Church and chapel perish ! Open Plyms to hell ! But Our kind of Brethren still in safety dwell. Raven’s lot can never ’gainst the lord prevail, We are his brave followers, you are Satan’s tail. Come then, outside peoples, join Our noble throng ! Blend with Ours your voices in the triumph song ! Glory, praise and honour unto Us alone ! Christians’ necks our footstool, Heaven itself Our throne ! P.S.—BELOVED BRETHREN,—The spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak. For I, like Balaam (in the old legend), was compelled to express our r…