How near and yet so far from us appears The Power of the Supramental Light Absent questioning and free from fears We still must face the violence of night
That tries to swallow all that once was bright, The vestiges of ignorance no more So dominant, the vernacular so trite The bird of faith that often seemed to soar
Above the falsehood, the apparent blight That suffocates the children of the earth. Is it so deep that it can make wrong from right This overwhelming evil taking birth?
Poems Undated (1727)
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