The Secret Splendour

15 August—Eternal India

How can you say our day is dimming?

We live by a never-setting sun

 While sacred memories cease not hymning

The beauty of the timeless One.

Here where the running hours remember

The life that saints of old have led,

 The holy steep you strive to clamber

Shall turn familiar to your read.

For here our heart is linked with ages

 And burns with all that flamed before,

And clasps through union with past sages

The Unknown as if a friend of yore.

Among us ancient spirits hove

To lift the young aspirant high—

Take but a step and you'll discover

That you have climbed a mile thereby.

For Gods shall come half way. arisen

To bear towards heaven your earth's small song

 And the One you strain to seek for a season

Himself shall seek you all year long!

1991

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