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SONGS OF THE SOUL


And meet where Neptune’s home long lay,So the heroic streams of lifeDo plunge to meet in maddest strifeAt Thy foaming mouth of sea,Where sparkling lives do dance so free:As insects lost in beauty’s gameAll swiftly, thoughtless rush to flame,So fog-born passion’s fires pretendTo glow like Heav’nly light of Thine,And draw on mortals to attendThe trumpet call to deathly line.Thy mouth ablazeDoth bring to gazeIts leaping tongues to lickThe angry blood of strong and weak,Thou Gourmand God dost eatWith hunger Infinite;O Vishnu, Thou dost scorchThe worlds with All-pervading fiery torch.
Be pleased, O Prime of gods;I ache to know Thee, Primeval Lord.

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