In This House of Grace

The past is past and sadly though we grieve

For greatness lost mid life's unkind defeats,

And dreams once bright now dimmed to dusky sleep,

At every step this outer darkness meets

The spectre of an inner Witness Soul,

Its radiance veiled to frail and faulty sight,

Our cause to be and why we suffer change,

That seeks to bind by sheer intense delight

Our human selves to Godhead's vast embrace

And meet the Mother in this house of grace.

This earthly life is other than it seems

Our mortal trials a spur to higher things,

On near horizons the brilliant Truth-Light gleams

And in our hearts the heavenly poet sings.