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THE TREASURE-HOUSE OF IMAGES
11. O what art Thou, O God my God, Thou disrober of the
darkness of the Abyss?
O Thou veil’d eye of creation!
Thou soundless voice who, for ever misunderstood, rollest
on through the dark abysms of infinity!
O how can I learn to sing the music of Thy name, as
a quivering silence above the thundering discord of the
tempest?
12. O what art Thou, O God my God, Thou teeming desert
of the abundance of night?
O Thou river of unquench’d thirst!
Thou tongueless one who lickest up the dust of death and
casteth it forth as the rolling ocean of life!
O how can I possess the still depths of Thy darkness, and
yet in Thine embrace fall asleep as a child in a bower of
lilies?
13. O what art Thou, O God my God, Thou shrouded one
veiled in a dazzling effulgence?
O Thou centreless whorl of Time!
Thou illimitable abysm of Righteousness, the lashes of
whose eye are as showers of molten suns!
O how can I reflect the light of Thine unity, and melt into
Thy Glory as a cloudy chaplet of chalcedony moon
O Glory be unto Thee through all Time
and through all Space : Glory,
and Glory upon Glory,
Everlastingly. Amen,
and Amen, and
Amen.
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