33. THE 24TH OF APRIL

The snow-trance-ray of the Mother has dawned
Upon my mind of night.
No more can ruin me matter’s frown;
In me her priestess-might
Flames forth with emerald wing-delight
The jaws of the giant inane
Dare not approach my mind and heart
With all their perilous bane.
Through eternal Day I shall now march;
In me the infinite desire.
The Mother’s swiftly gathering Light
Awakes my Spirit’s fire.