The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse
MyselfCharles A. Lazenby
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Through fluent Time’s extended sweep;
I watched the births of Gods and Men,
The Sowing that we reap.
Come forth the blackened Void;
I heard the Roar of the Falling Years
And lived in the great Sauroid.
I watched the Suns take fire—
I was the music in the Hand
That played the Cosmic Lyre.
Through Rock, and Plant, and Beast.
I entered into the Son of Man,
For I saw His Star in the East.
That Manger, cradled low;
With Him I suffered on the Cross,
And was in Him the Woe.
On every Easter Morn;
In Ecstasies Nirvana reach,
And with the Gods am born.
Ishvara’s boundless Form;
The Silent Braman in the Heart
I name, and clothe, and warm.
Before the Birth of Time;
I am the Portal and the Path,
The Lowly and Sublime.
The Infinite in Scope;
Before the Gods that were, I am,
I am the prisoned Hope.
You serve not Me and Pelf;
All Happiness abides in Me
For lo! I am Yourself.