However long Night’s hour, I will not dream

That the small ego and the person’s mask

Are all that God reveals in our life-scheme,

The last result of Nature’s cosmic task.

A greater Presence in her bosom works;

Long it prepares its far epiphany:

Even in the stone and beast the godhead lurks,

A bright Persona of eternity.

It shall burst out from the limit traced by Mind

And make a witness of the prescient heart;

It shall reveal even in this inert blind

Nature, long veiled in each inconscient part,

Fulfilling the occult magnificent plan,

The world-wide and immortal spirit in man.