17. THE MOTHER OF THE IMMORTAL BOON

(At the Distribution)

I dare not clasp thy Feet of lotus-light;
Thy Truth-bliss bursts upon my nature’s night.
The more I offer, the nearer Thee I find.
Now hushed in awe are the billows of my mind.
In me I find thy volcano bomb of Noon.
O Mother Supreme!
with thy boundless peerless Boon
Thy Spirit far-winging feeds my mind and heart.
A challenge am I to death’s tenebrous dart.