To Mother - "The sun from which we kindle all our suns".

And when my voice refound shall sing again

It will not be the renderings of old,

Of love betrayed and human tragedy

And all our painful history retold,

Of numberless births and deaths and life's brief dream

And slow awakening from ignorance.

Because thou hast descended to our earth

My music shall hymn the supermind's advance,

No more shall songs of sorrow fill our lives,

Captivate and lead our hearts astray,

The requiems to pain and sacrifice

Shall yield to joy as surely as the day

Is born within the darkest womb of night.

And I shall write my canticles of praise

Guided by the soul's unerring flight

Shall sing Thee psalms of wonder and delight.

O Mother, sun of suns,the stars o'erhead

Tiaras to crown Thy luminosity,

Earth's grasses sweetly bear Thy timeless tread,

Her flowers bloom to grace Thy majesty.