I have failed to see in the darkness the ray of Thy immanent coming, And the sound passed me by of thy flute as I walked by Thy notes tender calling. Words too, their force spent on deaf ears tuned to pain and life's needs ever pressing, Far have I trod on death's road while Thy hand held my soul in its blessing.
Guide of the spectrum supreme may my head touch the dust of Thy footsteps, I worship at the fount of Thy love and the path of Thy Truth-light descending, Awaken the flame of the heart and kindle renewed aspiration, Acknowledge the innermost call and the song of the soul's adoration.
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