Nicholson & Lee, eds. The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. 1917.
James Rhoades (18411923)177. From Out of the Silence
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The first bright arrows from the Orient shed,
The heart of Silence trembled into sound,
And out of Vastness came a Voice, which said:
I am the stream of Life that flows through thee:
I comprehend all substance, fill all space:
I am pure Being, by whom all things be.
I am the Deep, wherein thy sorrows cease:
Be still! be still! and know that I am God:
Acquaint thyself with Me, and be at peace!
If therewithin thou lose thee, thou art found:
The stormless, shoreless Ocean, which is I—
Thou canst not breathe, but in its bosom drowned.
I am all Power: the rest is phantasy:
Evil, and anguish, sorrow, death, and hell—
These are the fear-flung shadows of a lie.
That aught beside in earth or heaven hath sway!
The powers of darkness are not: that which is
Abideth: these but vaunt them for a day.
I made thee three in one, and one in three—
Spirit and Mind and Form, immortal Whole,
Divine and undivided Trinity.
Mind sees by Spirit: Body moves by Mind:
Divorced from Spirit, both way-wildered fall—
Leader and led, the blindfold and the blind.
Makes whole thy sickness, impotent thy sin:
Survey thy forces, rally to thyself:
That which thou would’st not hath no power to win.
Thou to thyself wert never yet more near:
Think not to shun Me: whither would’st thou fly?
Nor go not hence to seek Me: I am here.