POETRY.
ON the cloudy peak of Tabor, Where the earth is lost from sight, Domine iliuminabor In the Unereated Light* ; In the All-pervading Essence We shall find our spirits rest, In the splendour of the Presence Sink unutterably blest.
When the lifting veil discloses Hidden mysteries to our view, With Elias and with Moses We shall know the Only True ; lie shall loose us from our shackle; Free us from the baser lure, We shall build three tabernacles,
For the Purest of the Pure.
There, with sense no longer bounded By the Flesh that toils and faints, We shall see the hill surrounded
With the chariots of the Saints : Domine ad me inclina-
Send help from Jerusalem, Panoplies of the Shekinab, More with us than are with them.
So, when from the Mount descending, We go back to earth again, This sweet Effluence all transcending Shall restrain our walk with men : life asperges et mundabor, Lift our eyes towards the height, To the Sanctuary of Tabor And the Unereated Light.
In the market-places lingers Something of the Vision's power; In our hand we feel His Fingers Leading in the doubtful hour : Bunt Ipsius merx et labor.
Keep for ever in our sight, Carmel, Horeb, Dothan, Tabor, And the Untreated Light. P.
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