There is a deep within the deeps,
There is a height beyond the farthest heights...
A cooling breath, a silence immaculate abides for ever,
Unbroken and ceaseless reigns over sinful earth
A smiling Grace,.a ray, the shadow of a Hand,
The touch of a happy unspeakable sorcery,
Bends down to our mortality held fast in pain and ignorance...
A wide quietude suffuses and masters the heat and turmoil of the senses,
We obey the gesture of a compassion that sees and feels, that relieves and delivers.

This surface is a veil, a tissue made of obscurity,
It is a level plain that circumscribes a crawling vision -
Peel off the dull crust, release the living translucence of inmost fires,
Soar on the wings of the soul's high destiny to stellar infinitudes.

Deep is the obscurity, but there is a light behind,
Long is the suffering, but there is a supreme joy in which it culminates;
For the utmost clearness of human day is but the faint echo of another Sun,
And the most exquisite, the purest pleasure on earth is no more than a soon-sinking beacon
That lures us on towards other Delights, intimate, unseen, unfailing, ineffable.