Foreseen, forespoken not foredone,-- Ere the race be well begun, The prescient soul is at the goal, One little moment binds the whole; Happy they themselves who call To risk much, and to conquer all; Happy are they who many losses, Sore defeat or frequent crosses, Though these may the heart dismay, Cannot the sure faith betray; Who in beauty bless the Giver; Seek ocean on the loveliest river; Or on desert island tossed, Seeing Heaven, think nought lost. May thy genius bring to thee Of this life experience free, And the earth vine's mysterious cup, Sweet and bitter yield thee up. But should the now sparkling bowl Chance to slip from thy control, And much of the enchanted wine Be spilt in sand, as 'twas with mine, Let blessings lost being consecration, Change the pledge to a libation. For the Power to whom we bow Has given his pledge, that, if not now, They of pure and steadfast mind, By faith exalted, truth refined, Shall hear all music, loud and clear, Whose first notes they ventured here. Then fear not thou to wind the horn Though elf and gnome thy courage scorn; Ask for the castle's king and queen, Though rabble rout may come between, Beat thee, senseless, to the ground, In the dark beset thee round; Persist to ask, and they will come. Seek not for rest a humbler home, And thou wilt see what few have seen, The palace home of king and queen. THE ONE IN ALL. There are who separate the eternal light In forms of man and woman, day and night; They cannot bear that God be essence quite. Existence is as deep a verity: Without the dual, where is unity? And the "I am" cannot forbear to be; But from its primal nature forced to frame Mysteries, destinies of various name, Is forced to give what it has taught to claim. Thus love must answer to its own unrest; The bad commands us to expect the best, And hope of its own prospects is the test. And dost thou seek to find the one in two? Only upon the old can build the new; The symbol which you seek is found in you. The heart and mind, the wisdom and the will, The man and woman, must be severed still, And Christ must reconcile the good and ill. There are to whom each symbol is a mask; The life of love is a mysterious task; They want no answer, for they would not ask. A single thought transfuses every form; The sunny day is changed into the storm, For light is dark, hard soft, and cold is warm. One presence fills and floods the whole serene; Nothing can be, nothing has ever been, Except the one truth that creates the scene. Does the heart beat,--that is a seeming only; You cannot be alone, though you are lonely; The All is neutralized in the One only.