I feel the early chill drift down On silent water, morning mist Like frost upon the autumn vines Lifts as day begins its rounds. The sun spills jets of orange fire And sets ablaze the tranquil lake Signalling the time to leave And fly to my ancestral home On a journey without end. Soon fifty years will pass since I Intrepid traveller alone Dared to leave familiar shores And sail across forbidding seas. And though I did not stay for long, For restlessness and youth's desire Could not still the heart to hold An Ashram's force and sanctity. When I returned I would explore A multitude of avenues, Serve in my small ways her work And face within the dark below Where all our sordid nature lies, Press on through all, the light to find And offer the love that is my soul. She is the reason we are here. Though earth seems but a whirling dot In the calm of her infinity It is the dwelling-place of God.
Poems Undated (1727)
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