DEITY.

By Madison Julius Cawein

No personal; a God divinely crowned

With gold and raised upon a golden throne

Deep in a golden glory, whence he nods

Man this or that — and little more than man!

And shalt thou see Him individual?

Not till the freed intelligence hath sought

Ten hundred hundred years to rise and love,

Piercing the singing cycles under God,—

Their iridescent evolutions orbed

In wild prismatic splendors,— shall it see —

Through God-propinquity become a god —

See, lightening out of spheric harmonies,

Resplendencies of empyrean light,

Prisms and facets of ten million beams

Starring a crystal of berainbowed rays,

And in this — eyes of burning sapphire, eyes

Deep as the music of the beautiful;

And o'er the eyes, limpid hierarchal brows,

As they were lilies of seraphic fire;

Lips underneath, of trembling ruby — lips

Whose tongue's a chord, and every sound a song:

Cherubic faces of intensity

In multiplying myriads to a word

Forming the unit — God; Supremity

Creative and ubiquitous.

From this

Thy intellect, detached, expelled and breathed

Exaltant into flesh endowed with soul,

One sparkle of the Essence clothed with clay.—

O high development! devolvings up

From matter to unmattered potencies,

Up to the source and fountain of all mind,

Beauty and truth, inviolable Love,

And so resumed and reabsorbed in God,

One more expression of eternity!