Songs of the Soul/Part 2/Mystery

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30 Huntington Avenue, Boston: Sat Sanga, pages 66–67

MYSTERY

Burst, inky cloud, do burst,
Fling open thy fathomless gloom!
In Thy dark chamber must
A million mysteries loom.

Heartless, staring sky!
Make quick reply
To aching query of my straining eye,
Show what thou hidest and why;—
The ceaseless surging thoughts
Go mocking, dancing by,
I deign to know their lot.
Someone did throw me free
To battle all alone in this rough sea.
Rudderless I drift,
Stranded on shoals my boat could n’t shift.

I'll burst the clouds, I'll clean the shoals,
I'll rip the sky in twain,
I’ll break my heart,
With question crush my brain—
I’ll ask and pray,
Will beg or steal
To find the friends long stolen away,
To know their woe or weal.

This wondrous day,
Stage set for play
By Unseen Hand,—
The players drop
From no-man’s land,
Then vanish away or stop
With changing scenes of birth and death.
  The drama’s on
  The actors play anon
  Yet know not why they play
   This glorious day!