SOUL OF THE WORLD
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O Thou great Father and Progenitor,
Dispensing form to mists ethereal, Thou universal Builder and great One, Transcending heaven, plain and sea; The world-soul animating all, And calling latent life to glories new, Supreme, yet dwelling in the merest stone, Directing all things to the perfect state! Teach me to nurture then, within my breast, Traces of the world-Creator's self Infused to mortal members at my birth. Thus shall I rest a part of the great One: I cannot die, the world-soul is within Which wakes, to sleep in Thee, and wake again. |