MAKE ME thy cup and let my fulness be for thee and for thine.

You WILL LEAD me from star to star to waken me in new mornings of love.
It is your love that draws out the flow of my being through the
maze of channels of new life over your endless worlds.
You will startle me with new visions of fulfilment at every bend
of the road and fashion my moments with immortal forms of joy.
The infinite life will never remain chained in unchanging
shackles of immortality but will speed through death to
death to countless new shrines of light in its eternal pilgrimage of love.

DEATH, THY servant, is at my door. He has crossed the unknown sea and brought thy call to my home.
The night is dark and my heart is fearful-yet I will take up the lamp, open my gates and bow to him my welcome. It is thy messenger who stands at my door.
I will worship him with folded hands, and with tears. I will worship him placing at his feet the treasure of my heart.
He will go back with his errand done, leaving a dark shadow on my morning; and in my desolate home only my forlorn self will remain as my last offering to thee.