17.4. 2024
I watch the ever-foaming waves White, they hurry to the shore The land that all their music saves Their tides known centuries before The hour of man dawned on earth, Frail at first then fierce to show The symbol of his strength, the birth Of mind that caught the urge to know, And now in this evolving age The impetus of soul to grow The power of the enlightened sage And progress inordinately slow. But there has come the supermind There for aspirants to find.
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