II
Each is not for its own sake,
I say the whole earth and all the stars in the sky are for religion’s sake.
III
In this broad earth of ours,
Amid the measureless grossness and the slag,
Enclosed and safe within its central heart,
Nestles the seed perfection.
By every life a share or more or less,
None born but it is born, conceal’d or unconceal’d the seed is waiting.
IV
Do you not see O my brothers and sisters?
It is not chaos or death—it is form, union, plan—it is eternal life—it is Happiness.
V
The song is to the singer, and comes back most to him,
The love is to the lover, and comes back most to him—it cannot fail.
VI
I see Hermes, unsuspected, dying, well-beloved, saying to the people Do not weep for me,
This is not my true country, I have lived banish’d from my true country, I now go back there,
I return to the celestial sphere where every one goes in his turn.