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THE TREE OF LIFE
the man, pouring through the channels of his senses an unending
stream of bright glory and delight. The gaies ol thc mind are
unlocked and swing bacli upon their liinges, and ilie celestial real111
into which the Angel ushers the soul is abundantly and ecstatically
disclosed.
There is a beautiful poem by the Irish poet A. E. in \vhicll the
theme is a conversation between the earthly child of darline~s and
the holy Angel of the Light. The former speaks :
" I know thee, 0 glory,
Thine eyes and thy brow
With white fire all hoary,
Come back to me now.
Together we wandered
In ages agone,
Our thoughts as we pondered
Were stars at the dawn.
My glory has dwindled ;
My azure and gold ;
Yet you keep enkindled
The sun-fire of old.
My footsteps are tied to
The heath and the stone. . . . "
The Angel replies in words particularly significant to the student
of Magic, entreating the shadowy self to surrender to the guidance
of the heavenly shepherd :
" Why tremble and weep now,
Whom stars once obeyed
Come forth to the deep now
And be not afraid. . . .
A diamond is burning
In deeps of the Lone,
Thy spirit returning
May claim for its throne.
In flame-fringed islands
Its sorrows shall cease,
Absorbed in the silence
And quenched in the peace.
Come lay thy poor head on
My heart where it glows
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