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accept its face and pass by all it means;

      A part is seen, we take it for the whole.

      Thus have they made their play with us for roles:

      Author and actor with himself as scene,

      He moves there as the Soul, as Nature she.

      Here on the earth where we must fill our parts,

      We know not how shall run the drama’s course;

      Our uttered sentences veil in their thought.

      Her mighty plan she holds back from our sight:

      She has concealed her glory and her bliss

      And disguised the Love and Wisdom in her heart;

      Of all the marvel and beauty that are hers,

      Only a darkened little we can feel.

      He too wears a diminished godhead here;

      He has forsaken his omnipotence,

      His calm he has foregone and infinity.

      He knows her only, he has forgotten himself;

      To her he abandons all to make her great.

      He hopes in her to find himself anew,

      Incarnate, wedding his infinity’s peace

      To her creative passion’s ecstasy.

      Although possessor of the earth and heavens,

      He leaves to her the cosmic management

      And watches all, the Witness of her scene.

      A supernumerary on her stage,

      He speaks no words or hides behind the wings.

      He takes birth in her world, waits on her will,

      Divines her enigmatic gesture’s sense,

      The fluctuating chance turns of her mood,

      Works out her meanings she seems not to know

      And serves her secret purpose in long Time.

      As one too great for him he worships her;

      He adores her as his regent of desire,

      He yields to her as the mover of his will,

      He burns the incense of his nights and days

      Offering his life, a splendour of sacrifice.

      A rapt solicitor for her love and grace,

      His bliss in her to him is his whole world:

      He grows through her in all his being’s powers;

      He reads by her God’s hidden aim in things.

      Or, a courtier in her countless retinue,

      Content to be with her and feel her near

      He makes the most of the little that she gives

      And all she does drapes with his own delight.

      A glance can make his whole day wonderful,

      A word from her lips with happiness wings the hours.

      He leans on her for all he does and is:

      He builds on her largesses his proud fortunate days

      And trails his peacock-plumaged joy of life

      And suns in the glory of her passing smile.

      In a thousand ways he serves her royal needs;

      He makes the hours pivot around her will,

      Makes all reflect her whims; all is their play:

      This whole wide world is only he and she.

      This is the knot that ties together the stars:

      The Two who are one are the secret of all power,

      The Two who are one are the might and right in things.

      His soul, silent, supports the world and her,

      His acts are her commandment’s registers.

      Happy, inert, he lies beneath her feet:

      His breast he offers for her cosmic dance

      Of which our lives are the quivering theatre,

      And none could bear but for his strength within,

      Yet none would leave because of his delight.

      His works, his thoughts have been devised by her,

      His being is a mirror vast of hers:

      Active, inspired by her he speaks and moves;

      His deeds obey her heart’s unspoken demands:

      Passive, he bears the impacts of the world

      As if her touches shaping his soul and life:

      His journey through the days is her sun-march;

      He runs upon her roads; hers is his course.

      A witness and student of her joy and dole,

      A partner in her evil and her good,

      He has consented to her passionate ways,

      He is driven by her sweet and dreadful force.

      His sanctioning name initials all her works;

      His silence is his signature to her deeds;

      In the execution of her drama’s scheme,

      In her fancies of the moment and its mood,

      In the march of this obvious ordinary world

      Where all is deep and strange to the eyes that see

      And Nature’s common forms are marvel-wefts,

      She through his witness sight and motion of might

      Unrolls the material of her cosmic Act,

      Her happenings that exalt and smite the soul,

      Her force that moves, her powers that save and slay,

      Her Word that in the silence speaks to our hearts,

      Her silence that transcends the summit Word,

      Her heights and depths to which our spirit moves,

      Her events that weave the texture of our lives

      And all by which we find or lose ourselves,

      Things sweet and bitter, magnificent and mean,

      Things terrible and beautiful and divine.

      Her empire in the cosmos she has built,

      He is governed by her subtle and mighty laws.

      His consciousness is a babe upon her knees,

      His being a field of her vast experiment,

      Her endless space is the playground of his thoughts;

      She binds to knowledge of the shapes of Time

      And the creative error of limiting mind

      And chance that wears the rigid face of fate

      And her sport of death and pain and Nescience,

      His changed and struggling immortality.

      His soul is a subtle atom in a mass,

      His substance a material for her works.

      His spirit survives amid the death of things,

      He climbs to eternity through being’s gaps,

      He is carried by her from Night to deathless Light.

      This

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