O Savitri, thou art my spirit’s Power,
The revealing voice of my immortal Word,
The face of Truth upon the roads of Time
Pointing to the souls of men the routes of God.
While the dim light from the veiled Spirit’s peak
Falls upon Matter’s stark inconscient sleep
As if in pale moonbeam on a dense glade,
And Mind in a half-light moves amid half-truths
And the human heart knows only human love
And life is a stumbling and imperfect force
And the body counts its precarious days,
You shall be born into man’s dubious hours
In forms that hide the soul’s divinity
And show through veils of the earth’s doubting air
My glory breaking as through clouds a sun,
Or burning like a rare and inward fire,
And with my nameless influence fill men’s lives.
(Savitri, Book 11, Canto 1)
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To the height of heights rose now their daily climb:
Truth leaned to them from her supernal realm,
Above them blazed eternity’s mystic suns.
(Savitri, Book 3, Canto 4)
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