THEE to love and adore,
Thee to serve,
My soul has taken birth
Upon this ignorant earth.
Grant me the constant Grace
Never from this aim to swerve.
Hold my hand firm
All through the devious days.
Lord of my life and heart,
Be to me all in all, not only a part.

IN THY EMBRACE

IN thy sweet, calm and deep embrace
I spent the whole long starry night.
Time's tardy footsteps were not traced
Till dawn arose, a gold surprise.

I gazed into Thy eyes, they fused with mine,
Soul's-silent ecstasy each atom stilled.
To be merged in Thee and be completely Thine,
Fibre and nerve with wondrous lustre filled.

O Lord of compassion, Master of all time,
Withdraw not ever from me Thy Grace sublime.

SUPPLICATION

Linger not on the supernal height,
O harbinger of Heaven’s delight,
On earth’s sorrowing thought a gleam bestow-
Enlace her heart-beats with Beauty’s dream-glow.

Let thy magic sweetness enrich all solitude,
And with thy marvellous Lustre make rainbow-hued
Each glooming soul plunged in time’s agony.
Waken Life’s unending swirl to Truth’s unborn felicity.

Widen the human mind to a tranquil vast,
Tear from man’s spirit Matter’s inconscient cast.

Let Knowledge break through God’s radiant skies,
Lift dark Ignorance’s veil from mortal eyes.

PRAYER FOR PERFECTION

Let not my life be a hush of sleep.
Forgetting the clouds of yesterday,
Waken it to the smiling morn’s gold beam.

Let Thy sunlight melt my frozen mind,
Thy kiss of love a white ray on a rose,
Slowly unfold a perfect pearl of dream.

In these aching limbs let Thy Grace divine
Steal in like a lovely slow surprise,
And change all to a perfection hyaline.

To my heart so weary of mortal things,
Reveal Thy blissful swards and laughing flowers
Upon Thy summits ever cloudless and calm.

Embracing Thy sacred feet, I implore
Thy flawless silent Presence, and a new life’s hours
Born from the light of those limbs even Gods adore.

A BEGGAR’S BOWL

My being — a beggar’s bowl —
Offers itself for a mercy-dole
Of Thy Love divine. My bleeding heart
Naught save Thy touch can ever console.

For earthly riches I do not pray,
Long have they ceased to allure me or sway.
Sweet Mother, Thou and Thou alone
Can my poor soul’s deep thirst allay.

Small am I and very frail.
How break these bars that my being jail
And grant no freedom to move and mount —
How carry this cross and its gripping nail?

My heart has now no strength to bear
The adverse Force so well aware
Of big or tiny faults in me.
Let me not fall into its snare.

How far away now seem the skies!
Give me the power forever to rise,
To live in Thee, for none but Thee.
Help me this goal to realise.

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