The Nameless
Unnumbered gods may unremembered die; A thousand creeds may perish and pass by; Yet do I lift mine eyes to ONE on high. Unnamed be HE from whom creation came; There is no word whereby to speak His name But petty men have mouthed it into shame. I lift mine eyes, and with a river's force My love's full tide goes sweeping on its course To that supreme and all-embracing Source. Then back through all those thirsting channels roll The mighty billows of the Over Soul. And I am He, the portion and the Whole. As little streams before the flood-tide flee, As rivers vanish to become the sea, The I exists no more, for I AM HE,
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