  1.Of all that is incomprehensible The name—in English language known as God, The Force of which all forms and things are full— The Source of Being—otherwise were null All things that now exist—at whose great nod The Universes come to light—whose will Omnipotent rules with Discretion's rod Of Love and Mercy, Equity and Skill:— Thou art my theme—into my brain thy light instill! 2.Others have speculated on this theme; Then why not I, who feel impelled to try My feeble power upon the waking dream Of all the ages? Though presumptuous seem My efforts, there can be no reason why The least may not divulge the thoughts that rise Within the soul so eager to descry, As wide it opes its ever-straining eyes, The visions that might daze the more profoundly wise. 3.Throughout all animated nature we Behold the presence and the power of Sex; From Man to lowest forms of Life we see All things are joined together sexually 'Tis Evolution's ever-acting law; We trace through brutal matter the reflex Of this all-potent force, and view with awe The deep conclusions which from it we're forced to draw. 4.Female and Male all things at last appear; Thus Sex thro'out all Nature's realms controls; From lowest upward to the highest sphere, So far as mortal eye beholdeth here, Through Sex conjunction everything unfolds; As positive and negative, when met In union chemical, the union holds True to proportions which the law hath set For simples, and they thus new elements beget. 5.Together these two forces act as one; Without the one, the other were as nought; They are the Heat and Light thrown from the sun Which warm and vivify the earth as run The planets in their courses; nor is ought Upon the face of earth they did not bring; Through these life-giving rays to us are brought All earthly blessings—Life and every thing That blooms and fructifies to which we fondly cling. 6.Our sun, like every other sun we see, Is a reflex of its Great Prototype, The Spirit Sun, from which perpetually Is drawn all that is possible to be— That is, all primal principles, when ripe Are the conditions for them to descend Breaks forth in music, as the forces tend To consummate through Nature Being's aim and end. 7.The home of God, as it to me appears, Is the Great Spirit Sun, whence emanate All things beheld by scientists and seers— The births of countless myriads of years Wherein the sexual forces procreate The suns and universes, and the forms That naturally fill each vast estate, Preparing, through each sun that lights and warms, Abodes for future life's innumerable swarms. 8.God is a highly conjugated Pair, Once lowly born and dwelling on some earth So far remote that no one may declare Or comprehend the stretch of time, or dare To picture them at the domestic hearth, Where first they felt the flame of love divine To which their dawning future gave the birth; Then through their consciousness began to shine Their vast unfolding, as their lives should intertwine. 9.They too sprang from a God who had before Been born as they, and like to them did grow A Mutual Pair, unfolding Being's door For earthly suns and planets to outpour And then become with light and life aglow; As closer still their sexual union grew, Life and intelligence unfolded more, And orderly succession, sprang to earthly view. 10.They lived and died, as men and women now Are seen to live and die, in earthly sense; They entered spirit life, and then the vow Of love renewed was made, and on each brow The blazing star of faith shone most intense; They rose to higher spheres, and all aglow They moved in Love's own aura, issuing hence And forming round them in a glorious bow, Until a sun began its radiance to throw. 11.The elements of Being evermore Joined in a closer union, as they must; As they recede, they form a darksome shore Like what remained when earthly life was o'er And the God-Pair behind them left their dust; Upon this outer sphere, surrounding all, The only sphere where burneth selfish lust, The inner heat of Life began to fall And suns to burn and throw off earthly ball on ball. 12.Thus came our universe with all its stars, Its suns and planets—all that these contain; Our earth rolls on among the planet-cars, Freighted with life and death, with peace and wars, With all the good and evil in its train; And we, the tiny mortals struggling here, Hoping and fearing, vexing heart and brain, Have much our weary, drooping souls to cheer— For what is mystery now will soon be plain and clear. 13.Our destiny is that which is our God's, Who has so many ages gone before; The hei art the type supreme Of all that is; and couldst thou only bring Thine eyes to see the grandeur which I sing, Thou wouldst not grovel in thy waking dream, But rise to higher, nobler, juster aims, And make the very vaults of Heaven gleam With smiles of angels, whose prolonged acclaims Would shake the earth, aglow with their ethereal flame. 47.But now my task is done. I drop the pen And turn to earth, where bodily affairs Call me to tussle with my fellow men For my small share of sustenance, and then Essay to help the weaker gather theirs; The meaning of my theme; but all my prayers Are vain to help my cause, or even wake One echo in the mind that feels no thirst to slake. 48.Perhaps some day some abler hand will string The lyre to loftier, clearer, sweeter tones, And of Man's joyous destiny will sing, And o'er the earth its thrilling echoes fling, Waking responsive feeling in the zones, While listening from my spirit mansion I— Who long since in the ashes left my bones— Will smiling hear the notes that rise on high, And fill with rapturous music the o'ervaulting sky. Transcriber's Note: Every effort has been made to replicate this text as faithfully as possible. |
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