Who seek the finite lose th’ Infinite, as we wot,
When finite with the finite falls in love, perforce,
His loved one soon returns to her infinite source.—
In non-existence mirrored, being we may see;—
Annihilate thy darksome self,—thy being’s pall.
Let thy existence in God’s essence be enrolled,
As copper in alchemists’ bath is turned to gold.
Quit “I” and “We,” which o’er thy heart exert control.
’Tis egotism, estranged from God, that clogs thy soul.—
Discharge thyself of every particle of self;