[ 8ፃ ] Of flowers sweet or noxious-and none Has root or stem, being born in naught, which The softest breath of Truth drives back to Primal nothingness. Be bold and face The Truth Be one with it Let visions cease, Or, if you cannot, dream then truer dreams, Which are Eternal Ilove and Service Free. Angels UnaWares. One bending low with load-of life That meant no joy, but suffering harsh and hard,- And wending on his way through dark and dismal paths, Without a flash of light from brain or heart To give a moment's cheer-till the line That marks out pain from pleasure, death from life, And good from what is evil, was well-nigh wiped from sight-, Saw, one blessed night, a faint but beautiful ray of light Descend to him. He knew not what or wherefrom, But called it God and worshipped. Hope, an utter stranger came to him, and spread Througll all his parts, and life to him meant more Tham he Could ever drcam, and covered all he kmew, Nay, peepedobeyond this world. Thc Sages
