He bids me enter deeper, deeper still, Into the cave behind the heart-beats' wall And search the darkness leaning on His will Of such compassion I know I shall not fall.
A mystic tunnel looms before my eyes And voices of the higher worlds entreat But something in the consciousness denies The full and final offering, the sweet
And pure surrender at His lotus feet: For round me hangs the residue of Night And slow am I the sun of truth to greet While visionless eyes await the inner sight.
Yet love shall fuel the engines of my prayer To dwell again in that pellucid air.
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