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Rh Sleeps in the still recesses of our soul A crystal pool of God's own provenance. Gazing therein,as stare the sooth-sayers Within their speaking crystalfirst dispel Discordant voices from the world of sense Outside, and listen for the inward voice. Disperse the shadow'd clouds that brood above, The shadow of your own imagining And wait with half-clos'd eyes the day-spring true. So, seeking God's illumination, muse Waiting the vision of beatitude In brooding silence and a holy calm, Your spirit steep'd in peace.

Far more avails The sage's silence with the Mind Divine