WHEN I GO from hence let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpassable.
I have tasted of the hidden honey of this lotus that expands on the ocean of light, and thus am I blessed-let this be my parting word.
In this playhouse of infinite forms I have had my play and here have I caught sight of him that is formless.
My whole body and my limbs have thrilled with his touch who is beyond touch; and if the end comes here, let it come-let this be my parting word.

THE LANTERN which I carry in my hand makes enemy of the darkness of the farther road.
And this wayside becomes a terror to me, where even the flowering tree frowns like a spectre of scowling menace; and the sound of my own steps comes back to me in the echo of muffled suspicion.
Therefore I pray for thy own morning light, when the far and the near will kiss each other and death and life will be one in love.

STAND BEFORE my eyes, and let thy glance touch my songs into a flame.
Stand among thy stars and let me find kindled in their lights my own fire of worship.
The earth is waiting at the world's wayside;
Stand upon the green mantle she has flung upon thy path; and let
me feel in her grass and meadow flowers the spread of my own salutation.
Stand in my lonely evening where my heart watches alone; fill her
cup of solitude, and let me feel in me the infinity of thy love.