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 Love and Service Free.
Angels Unawares.
I
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 fron
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
Through all his parts, and life to him meant more
Than he could ever dream, and covered all he knew,
Nay, peeped beyond this world. The sages
Winked, and smiled, and called it “superstition".
But he did feel its power and peace
And gently answered back
"O blessed Superstition!"
II
One drunk with wine of wealth and power
And health to enjoy them both, whirled on
