(At the Concentration)
We all must learn, O Mother, to look within,
And hear in bliss thy high Command of peace.
Thou art our Fount, thy Wings we all must seize;
Thy Power of golden shower tears our screen.
Thy giant Work divine ever goes on.
In us art Thou to fulfil our choice sublime.
Thy Grace awakes our heart thy Height to climb,
To devour thy ecstasy’s endless emerald Dawn.
Thy Heart-Beat of fire we feel in our journey’s start.
Rapture within our core, below, above.
The blind Alone can try to measure thy Love.
To Thee now bows the Titan’s giant heart.
Through thy Bosom vast runs fast the eternal OM;
Thou art, of all the gods, the mystic Home.