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quick uncertain leader of blind gods,

      This tender of small lamps, this minister serf

      Hired by a mind and body for earth-use

      Forgets its work mid crude realities;

      It recovers its renounced imperial right,

      It wears once more a purple robe of thought

      And knows itself the Ideal’s seer and king,

      Communicant and prophet of the Unborn,

      Heir to delight and immortality.

      All things are real that here are only dreams,

      In our unknown depths sleeps their reserve of truth,

      On our unreached heights they reign and come to us

      In thought and muse trailing their robes of light.

      But our dwarf will and cold pragmatic sense

      Admit not the celestial visitants:

      Awaiting us on the Ideal’s peaks

      Or guarded in our secret self unseen

      Yet flashed sometimes across the awakened soul,

      Hide from our lives their greatness, beauty, power.

      Our present feels sometimes their regal touch,

      Our future strives towards their luminous thrones:

      Out of spiritual secrecy they gaze,

      Immortal footfalls in mind’s corridors sound:

      Our souls can climb into the shining planes,

      The breadths from which they came can be our home.

      His privilege regained of shadowless sight

      The Thinker entered the immortals’ air

      And drank again his pure and mighty source.

      Immutable in rhythmic calm and joy

      He saw, sovereignly free in limitless light,

      The unfallen planes, the thought-created worlds

      Where Knowledge is the leader of the act

      And Matter is of thinking substance made,

      Feeling, a heaven-bird poised on dreaming wings,

      Answers Truth’s call as to a parent’s voice,

      Form luminous leaps from the all-shaping beam

      And Will is a conscious chariot of the Gods,

      And Life, a splendour stream of musing Force,

      Carries the voices of the mystic Suns.

      A happiness it brings of whispered truth;

      There runs in its flow honeying the bosom of Space

      A laughter from the immortal heart of Bliss,

      And the unfathomed Joy of timelessness,

      The sound of Wisdom’s murmur in the Unknown

      And the breath of an unseen Infinity.

      In gleaming clarities of amethyst air

      The chainless and omnipotent Spirit of Mind

      Brooded on the blue lotus of the Idea.

      A gold supernal sun of timeless Truth

      Poured down the mystery of the eternal Ray

      Through a silence quivering with the word of Light

      On an endless ocean of discovery.

      Far-off he saw the joining hemispheres.

      On meditation’s mounting edge of trance

      Great stairs of thought climbed up to unborn heights

      Where Time’s last ridges touch eternity’s skies

      And Nature speaks to the spirit’s absolute.

      A triple realm of ordered thought came first,

      A small beginning of immense ascent:

      Above were bright ethereal skies of mind,

      A packed and endless soar as if sky pressed sky

      Buttressed against the Void on bastioned light;

      The highest strove to neighbour eternity,

      The largest widened into the infinite.

      But though immortal, mighty and divine,

      The first realms were close and kin to human mind;

      Their deities shape our greater thinking’s roads,

      A fragment of their puissance can be ours:

      These breadths were not too broad for our souls to range,

      These heights were not too high for human hope.

      A triple flight led to this triple world.

      Although abrupt for common strengths to tread,

      Its upward slope looks down on our earth-poise:

      On a slant not too precipitously steep

      One could turn back travelling deep descending lines

      To commune with the mortal’s universe.

      The mighty wardens of the ascending stair

      Who intercede with the all-creating Word,

      There waited for the pilgrim heaven-bound soul;

      Holding the thousand keys of the Beyond

      They proffered their knowledge to the climbing mind

      And filled the life with Thought’s immensities.

      The prophet hierophants of the occult Law,

      The flame-bright hierarchs of the divine Truth,

      Interpreters between man’s mind and God’s,

      They bring the immortal fire to mortal men.

      Iridescent, bodying the invisible,

      The guardians of the Eternal’s bright degrees

      Fronted the Sun in radiant phalanxes.

      Afar they seemed a symbol imagery,

      Illumined originals of the shadowy script

      In which our sight transcribes the ideal Ray,

      Or icons figuring a mystic Truth,

      But, nearer, Gods and living Presences.

      A march of friezes marked the lowest steps;

      Fantastically ornate and richly small,

      They had room for the whole meaning of a world,

      Symbols minute of its perfection’s joy,

      Strange beasts that were Nature’s forces made alive

      And, wakened to the wonder of his role,

      Man grown an image undefaced of God

      And objects the fine coin of Beauty’s reign;

      But wide the terrains were those levels serve.

      In front of the ascending epiphany

      World-Time’s enjoyers, favourites of World-Bliss,

      The Masters of things actual, lords of the hours,

      Playmates of youthful Nature and child God,

      Creators of Matter by hid stress of Mind

      Whose subtle thoughts support unconscious Life

      And

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