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AUGUST, 1897.)
THE VAJASANEYA UPANISHAD.
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He wandereth not, yet moves about,
Is far, but still for ever near :
The world within is His, and clear His traces in the world without! Beholding all things in the Soul,
The Self in all the world around, We know no Sorrow, nor are found To look with scorn on Nature's scroll! He ev'rywhere is seen to be
All-knowing Prophet, Poet pure,
To each assigning, to endure, Reward of works eternally! Ah! truly to be pitied they Who worship what they do not know,
But most of all are fuil of woe Who grope in darkness through the day. For wisdom's life is of the heart,
But folly's ever one of sense ;
So say the sages, and the whence To them is known : they live apart. And he who truly masters these,
In ignorance sees naught but death,
In knowledge life, ay, lasting breath That to the spirit leads with ease! Oye who find in atoms all
The first and last of Nature's law, Ye worship blindly, and the awe Of things unseen - beyond your call! For spirit's life is of the heart,
But that of matter one of sense :
So say the sages, and the whence To them is known: they live apart. And he who realises this,
Who dies to matter and who lives
To spirit, he it is who gives Himself to everlasting bliss ! O Soul, sustained by ether free, Undying part of man's estate,
Seed-Bower, thou, ere 'tis too late, Just think : what shall the harvest be? O Fire divine, by those fair ways
That lead to good, as truly guide, And ward all evil from our side, That we may yield thee lasting praise! 0 Ôm, 0 Spirit infinite Whose face within the golden veil
Of truth is hid: to thee all hail! Thou art our refuge, our delight!
