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From the unseen throne of the Great Unknown,

From the Soul of All, I came;

Not with the rock of the earthquake’s shock,

And not with the wasting flame.

But silent and deep is my onward sweep,

Through the depths of the boundless sky;

I stand sublime, through the lapse of time,

And where God is, there am I.

In the early years, when the youthful spheres,

From the depths of Chaos sprung,

When the heavens grew bright with the new-born light,

And the stars in chorus sung—

To that holy sound, through the space profound,

’Mid their glittering ranks I trod;

For I am a part of the Central Heart,

Co-equal and one with God.

The world is my child. Though wilful and wild,

Yet I know that she loves me still,

For she thinks I fled with her holy dead,

Because of her stubborn will;

And she weeps at night, when the angels light

Their watch-fires over the sky,

Like a maid o’er the grave of her loved and brave;

But the Truth can never die.

One by one, like sparks from the sun, I have counted the souls that came From the hand Divine;—all, all are mine, And I call them by my name. One by one, like sparks to the sun, I shall see them all return; Though tempest-tost, yet they are not lost, And not one shall cease to burn.

I only speak to the lowly and meek,

To the simple and child-like heart,

But I leave the proud to their glittering shroud,

And the tricks of their cunning art.

Like a white-winged dove from the home of love,

Through the airy space untrod,

I come at the cry which is heard on high—

“Hear me, O God! my God!”