6.26.2010

THE KASÎDAH IV, 1, 16

What Truths hath gleaned that Sage consumed
 by many a moon that waxt and waned?
What Prophet-strain be his to sing?
 What hath his old Experience gained?

There is no God, no man-made God;
 a bigger, stronger, crueller man;
Black phantom of our baby-fears,
 ere Thought, the life of Life, began.

Right quoth the Hindu Prince of old,
 “An Ishwara for one I nill,
Th’ almighty everlasting Good
 who cannot ’bate th’ Eternal Ill:”

“Your gods may be, what shows they are?”
 hear China’s Perfect Sage declare;
“And being, what to us be they
 who dwell so darkly and so far?”

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