The Secret Splendour

Treasure of the Infinite

Within a stretch of our hand!

But the key to the Infinite

Is hard to understand.

God's single Sun is lying,

Sealed in atrance of night—

Trickling one ray through the key-hole

To honey our wins of sight.

O what shall turn in the grooves,

Set free the Orb of gold

And burst a noon of knowledge

From mysteries untold?

Vainly we grope lor the key,

To the ends of the earth we run,

While just a fragile finger

Making the sign of the One

Can touch through the narrow tunnel

 The spring of the secret cry

With which the lid breaks open

The all-seeing central Eye!

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