The Call Of Light

O PURPLE glory of Light, thy mystic call

Echoes in my heart as in a hollow cave;

Its voice pierces the age-old stony wall,

It brings still peace as of a timeless grave.

Sapphire cascade, surging from thy hidden source

Through winding tracks of night, bathe in thy spray:

All blemish purged by thy immaculate Force,

Let my soul shine as on the
rst-born day.

That twilight gaiety with its rainbow smile

Across the glimmering vista of the sky

Captives like a snakes
re-enchanting eye

In the dreary meshes of a bondage-will.

On Thy star-woven wings, O bird of Light,

Release my spirit to thy purple height.

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