There is no world that wanders, no not one

Of all the millions, that He does not keep.

[Pg 6]

[Pg 6]

THE PROSELYTE RECANTS

(In Japan)

Where the fair golden idols

Sit in darkness and in silence

While the temple drum beats solemnly and slow;

Where the tall cryptomerias

Sway in worship round about

And the rain that is falling whispers low;

I can hear strange voices

Of the dead and forgotten,

On the dimly rising incense I can see

The lives I have lived,

And my lives unbegotten,

Namu Amida Butsu pity me!

[Pg 7]

I was born this karma

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