  Again the Talisman, now set in gold, Was worn by woman as in days of old. She asked herself, “Doth mystery lurk herein? Can we from this some hidden knowledge win? Perhaps for us there is a task to do, Of bygone times some link to find anew. Cold stone! if dowered thou by magic deep, What then—if silence thou must ever keep? Jadeite grey-green, by ancients called divine, Till Earth grow cold this talisman may shine; As it hath seen long eons in the past, So may it yet man’s memory outlast.” ’Twas thus the dreamer meditating thought, Till by her strong desire some rays were caught. To scenes of long ago—but find the way. Like other million forms, stone hath a soul, A spark divine of God the Perfect Whole. Then heard the woman toying with the stone: “With power was this endowed for thee alone.” What voice thus spake from mind to mind? No sound The silence broke, wherein her thought was bound. “’Tis I, among Earth’s men thy friend of old; In times long past this page I thee foretold; For thou hast been in this, his present life, His sister one brief year; thou art his wife. Attachments deep and strong are ties that bind; We ever take the skein again to wind Ourselves about with bonds that draw us back, And which none other than ourselves can slack. He came to give the ancient Maya race Its right—on history’s page a noble place. He would to light restore what’s hid away, And throw upon the past a clearer ray.” “When we outgrow desire for mundane things— Which are but means—our spirit finds its wings. When universal love and light are all We crave, no power of earth can us inthrall. Peace comes alone through matter, which is strife; Right effort lifts the soul to purer life. Observing this, he finds the spirit’s might. To dread the Great Unknown is bondage vile For man; this fear’s a sin that doth defile The thought and deed of multitudes. In space No depth is found where evil can efface Love’s holy, constant, all-pervading ray; Go where soul will, it need feel no dismay. Peace dwells in Heart of Heaven, eternal Ku; But in the rugged paths that lead thereto With turmoil finite being makes its way— Tho’ none know why or whither, all obey.” The clasping hand let fall the talisman Placed centuries agone, by child of Can, To serve as link with mortal heart in urn. “Save me from self! I would no more return.” The woman breathed. Then at her side appeared A radiant form:—“As nothing should be feared In all the vast infinity of Good, The good is here; and if all mortals would Aspire to truth and from ill thought refrain, Each could his share of happiness attain. No more for safety from thyself appeal, Thine higher self doth now itself reveal; Its voice obey, for thus thou wilt be free To seek and find the joys awaiting thee. And by experience be onward led. Man’s creed saves not, but effort for the right; Each his own savior is, thro’ valiant fight: Endeavor, not success, makes his account. Condole we may, but not reproach; all mount The heights; tho’ some may tarry long behind; The law of being, each to all doth bind.” “Our blundering steps oft bring upon us woe; To fail to strive entails a keener throe. The hounded, luckless inmate of the jail May greater effort make, without avail, Than judge who sits upon the bench to give Decree—if prisoner may or may not live. For one, the right may be an easy way; In vain the other struggles to obey Himself, the spark divine that seeks to guide Thro’ matter’s maze, and with him e’er will ’bide Go where he may, in crime, in paths of pain; Till step by step, the summit he shall gain.” “The woes we feel; the failures we deplore; Are only means to reach a fairer shore. When body falls to dust and soul escapes, The thoughts that grieved fade too, like phantom shapes. No judge is there to measure out our doom, Or thrust us into everlasting gloom. To do our best. But man has oft bewailed As sin some harmless deed, and cast no blame On other acts that should bear stamp of shame.” “This truth thou may’st enshrine within thy heart: Of Life and Love Eternal we are part; The Will Supreme is One, and lives in all; This God, our holy self, can never fall. WILL is the law; then will the right, for aye! Right will is all that mortal need obey.” Art bound to flesh?—thy spirit thus decreed; This thou shalt realize again when freed. Would’st thou repose? Resume the active way? Thus shall it be: none may thy will gainsay. Our will divine ordains we do OUR best; If we do this, the future must attest That where we passed we made love’s tendrils twine And hope’s soft beam from many an eye to shine. Love may for some mean but a fond caress; But tenderly to serve is to express Devotion, love’s best gift, whence doth ascend A fragrant incense which to earth can lend A sweeter air, a rosier light, and make Grand harmonies on mortal ear to break. Eternal Love upholds thee, knows thy need; Thou art in bounteous life, accept its meed; 1. Silently corrected typographical errors and inconsistencies; retained non-standard spelling. 2. Illustrated drop caps have not been retained. 3. Plate IV was moved to page 43. 4. The caption of the plates have been moved under each plate. 5. The Lover's Song (100-101.png) - Bar 18, piano bass staff, lower note of chord corrected to F. 6. Mayan character [accented Ä] has been replaced with a. |
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