Love’s holy, constant, all-pervading ray;
Go where soul will, it need feel no dismay.
Peace dwells in Heart of Heaven, eternal Ku;
But in the rugged paths that lead thereto
With turmoil finite being makes its way—
Tho’ none know why or whither, all obey.”
The clasping hand let fall the talisman
Placed centuries agone, by child of Can,
To serve as link with mortal heart in urn.
“Save me from self! I would no more return.”