still.

Light was my knock upon the door, so light, And yet the sound seemed rude. My pulses beat So loud they drowned the coming of her feet The arrow of her taper pierced the gloom— The portal closed behind me. She was there— Love on her lips and yielding in her eyes And but the sea to hear our vows and sighs. She took my hand and led me up the stair.

 Life

All in the dark we grope along, And if we go amiss We learn at least which path is wrong, And there is gain in this.

And if we go amiss

And there is gain in this.

We do not always win the race, By only running right, We have to tread the mountain's base Before we reach its height.

By only running right,

Before we reach its height.

The Christs alone no errors made; So often had they trod The paths that lead through light and shade, They had become as God.

So often had they trod

They had become as God.

As Krishna, Buddha, Christ again, They passed along the way, And left those mighty truths which men But dimly grasp to-day.

They passed along the way,

But dimly grasp to-day.

But he who loves himself the last And knows the use of pain, Though strewn with errors all his past, He surely shall attain.

And knows the use of pain,

He surely shall attain.

Some souls there are that needs must taste Of wrong, ere choosing right; We should not call those years a waste Which led us to the light.

Of wrong, ere choosing right;

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