Mother, as you have promised me, envelope me with your presence, raise and purify me with your touch.

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Oh the burning secret, like a fire breaking through seven sheaths of trance,
The sight-fused Word as though the seven brides clasped a strange lover!
Together we adore the great child birthing in the womb of the Occult,
Together we chant the loud Hymn of Assertion to the seven mothers.

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And the heavy day, like a ball of silver, sinks in huge bowl of the sky,
And the wings are buried, as if in a glacier calm of the unflown flights,
And the phantom-worlds of Gandharva-kings swirl and gleam in vain.
So not through the silken trellis-lines would hopes of loveliness bloom,
And not under the storm-burdened trees the rainsome peacocks dance;
But a magic heart in the Symbolist’s noon of a happy gathered mood
Shall in the Body of Truth capture with its smile all-beauty’s Delight.

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