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46 Secret of all wisdom! Soul of all knowledge! Eternal within eternity! Om! Hari Om! Thou art He!

And the soul swoons with excess of sweetness, and in that swoon she is found by the Beloved, and awakens at His feet …

Ah! At last see I Thy face, radiant in glory. Withdraw not Thyself again from me, I beseech Thee.

Come, then, little one! Let us arise, and walk with the dawn upon the mountain tops. Let us pace beneath the forest-trees at sunset, and commune.

Here, where all is oneness, is long speech, long sight, impossible. Such separateness, such manifoldness, cannot even be imagined.