The paths of Earth today are sanctified
With the touch of the Mother's footfalls rapture-rife :
Lo! the grey dust awakes rich, rainbow-dyed,
And bloom the gardened carnivals of life !
Under the aegis of thy feet
We like flower-clusters fragrance-sweet
Aroused from age-long sleep, O Mother Divine,
Wake to Thy love and blossom in Thy sunshine.
Long have we lived, lost, playing with the sod :
Oblivious-we were nurslings of Thy Light. ..
Mating with earth, absorbed into the clod :
But now we quiver into flames gold-bright.
From Thy own galaxy hast Thou
Write large Thy star-lore on our brow;
In a world-festival of lights now shine
What Paradise-garlands of Thy fires divine !