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The Radiant Center

perfected individual and a perfected and glorified humanity.

This is the vision of the Holy Grail, and as it passes "Every Knight beholds his fellow's face as in a glory."

THE DOWNWARD SONG

One gray, sweet morning on the Murrow Downs, A heart-enthralling song came to my ear: It seemed to fall from some celestial sphere —

To one long wearied with the din of towns.

Oh, bird of splendid spirit, heavenly birth, At home thou art in regions of the sky, On wings of song rising to realms on high,

Yet loving still thy lowly place on earth.

Upward thou takest with thy matin song

The prayer and praise of life to heaven above; Yet ever drawn to earth by cords of love,

Thou singest, too, thy downward way along.

Methinks a sweeter note to thee is given, As back thou turnest to thy secret nest: Thou bringest to thy mate a carol blest,

Sharing with earth-bound bird the joy of heaven.

Like skylark I may rise to upper spheres,

No height too great for my exulting soul;

I sing a psalm of praise for heart made whole;

Forgotten all the wrongs and pain of years.