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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1922 edition. Excerpt:... THE AWAKENING I Outward from the planets are blown the fumes of thought, And the breath of prayer drifts out and makes a mist between the stars; The void shall be void no longer, And the caverns of infinity shall be fulfilled of spirit; For in the wilderness between the worlds a sentience struggles to awaken, Passions and ghosts and visions gather into a Form. The God that we have worshipped for a million years begins to be, And he whom we have prayed to creates himself out of the stuff of our prayers. His wings are still heavy with chaos, And his pinions are holden down as with a weight of slumber; His face is ambiguous, His countenance is uncertain behind the veils of space; He has not speech, He has but only thunder for his voice; But the mornings gather to shape his eye, And the fire of many dawns has thrilled his twilight with a prescience of vision. n From myriad altars a reek of incense, And outward from the constellations there leaps the flame of burning prophets; There goes forth the breath of lovely purpose, As a south wind bearing seeds over a meadow it goes forth across the firmament; There arises a dew from the bruised foreheads of martyrs, And the broken hearts of the just, of them that have loved justice, are dissolved into a bloody dew; Out from the populated spheres a mist, And from the peopled worlds a breeding fog: And in the mist a God gathers unto Himself Form, and apparels himself in Being, For them that have desired a God create him from the stuff of that desire. m In the nebular chasms there is a shaping soul, And a light begins to glow in the dark abyss; That which is to be draws to itself what has been and what is, He drinks up the hopes of them that were as a sun sucks up water; He builds himself out of the...