Our hopes that fail
Are but truths that set
To illumine other spirits on their pathway;
As our joys that come true
Are their far-off dreams,
That through the cadence of our life
Ring out their pent-up tunes.
Whatever dies—needs must live,
Whatever breathes doth die too;
But above death and life
Shines that High Light
Where all find rest,
Yet endlessly move.
[3] The word absolute is the synonym for the Sanskrit word Sanatan, meaning Eternal and Immutable Truth.
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COMING OF THE FOG
Killing the light,
Blurring the stars,
Marring the breeze—
Nature's many-stringed harp—
It comes
Silently, sinisterly,
Over the land, over the sea,
Spreading its beggar-raiment of brown.
Without stop, without sound,
Over the valley
Like a great serpent of silence
Coiling around the heart of sound.
A damp insidiousness
Creeps into the night;
A drab numbness sets in
Dripping in lugubrious drops
From the haggard fingers
Of the autumn trees.