And I may dream more nigh
To the sable shore of mystery,
And the signs of Live and Die.”
Some passages in this opening poem are instinct with the breath of mysticism, and rouse a keen desire that Mr. Stewart Ross had become acquainted, in that period of his life when this book was written, with the wider and grander view of life as a whole, of its purpose and meaning, of its laws and its realities, which occultism affords to a mind capable of grasping them.
Surely the man who could write:
“For death and life are really one.”
And again:
“For the mystic Part is gathered
Unto the mystic Whole.
And the vague lines of non-Being