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VEILS.
We move within a world of veils:
They are not cleft by thrust of will:
We know them not as such until
The higher thought o'er will prevails.
They are not cleft by thrust of will:
We know them not as such until
The higher thought o'er will prevails.
With each new throb of inward power
Another mesh is softly rent;
Then light to dark is quiet blent,
As rosier tint to ripening flower.
Another mesh is softly rent;
Then light to dark is quiet blent,
As rosier tint to ripening flower.
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We dimly see till we create
The things that on our senses rise,
Enshrouded in a lone surmise;
For all upon the spirit wait.
The things that on our senses rise,
Enshrouded in a lone surmise;
For all upon the spirit wait.
The silent soul is ever sending
Creative messages to things:
On these a yearning ray she flings,
Their breath with her diviner blending.
Creative messages to things:
On these a yearning ray she flings,
Their breath with her diviner blending.
Her life is one long slow prevailing
Against recruited sensuous odds,
Exalting man's desires, and God's
Great visage more and more unveiling.
Against recruited sensuous odds,
Exalting man's desires, and God's
Great visage more and more unveiling.
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