Bringer of the Heavenly Light

The whispering grasses welcoming her feet,

The branches bowing low to shade her hair

What plenitude of grace that we should meet

The Creatrix of the worlds seated there

In a little room fronting Bengal's shore.

We who from the caverns of the night

Or spaces cold upon a darkened plain

Were led by fate and by awakened sight

To see the light we lost once again

And open to Her love at being's core.

He is the calm that gathers in the storm

She the bringer of the heavenly light,

Who guides our souls and shields us from all harm

And sheds on us Her great and golden light

That we may tread the path and fear no more.