Many doors opened before me at the dawn of Thy coming. O Lord, the very earth shone with life when Thou camest. The very ground on which I stood thrilled me because of Thee. Everywhere dumb matter spoke to me, spirit‐resurrected by Thy touch. All living things swayed in the incense‐breeze of Thy approach, hinting at Thy perfume of bliss.

Thy sanctuary of omnipresence was long hidden by the darkness of my indifference. Now, on the revealed courtyard of Thy temple, I find Thy fountain of joy, gaily bubbling. With uplifted palm‐cups of craving, I catch and drink from the vital waters of Thy solace. Lord, I know now that I shall thirst nevermore.


188. Driving the Rebel-King, Ignorance