Part 9 (1/2)

Who walks on all feet,

Whose body are all ye,

Him wors.h.i.+p, and break all other idols!

He who is at once the high and low,

The sinner and the saint,

Both G.o.d and worm,

Him wors.h.i.+p - visible, knowable, real, omnipresent, Break all other idols!

In whom is neither past life

Nor future birth nor death,

In whom we always have been And always shall be one,

Him wors.h.i.+p. Break all other idols!

Ye fools! who neglect the living G.o.d,

And His infinite reflections with which the world is full. While ye run after imaginary shadows, That lead alone to fights and quarrels, Him wors.h.i.+p, the only visible!

Break all other idols!

TO AN EARLY VIOLET.

(Written to a Western lady-disciple from New York, 6th January 1896.) What though thy bed be frozen earth, Thy cloak the chilling blast;

What though no mate to cheer thy path, Thy sky with gloom o'ercast;

What though if love itself doth fail, Thy fragrance strewed in vain;