She is complete and yet ever uncomplete; so as she goes on she can ever go on.
To Everyone she appears in special Form.
She conceals herself behind a thousand Names and Terms and yet always is the same.
She has placed me here; she will lead me hence;—
I confide myself to her.
She may do with me what she will: she will not despise her Work.
I speak not of her. No, what is true and what is false; She herself has spoken all;
All the Fault is hers; hers is all the Glory.