With the rolling firmament, where the starry armies dwell, NOTE: Bernard Rascas was a Limousin poet who died in 1353. He is said to have been kinsman of the popes Clement VI and Innocent VI. He endowed the Hospital of St. Bernard, at Avignon. THE UNITY OF GOD PANATATTU, E. Indian, 10th Century A. D. Into the bosom of the one great sea Flow streams that come from hills on every side. What though the six religions loudly shout Oh Lord, when may I hope Six blind men once described an elephant While of the other two, one grasped the trunk. Four thick and clumsy feet. From what each learned, And tell their wondrous tales. Our God is one. Just so the six religions learned of God, Men talk of penance, fastings, sacred streams— Make pilgrimage to temples, offer gifts; Performing to the letter all the rules Of senseless complicated ritual. Yet are they doomed to sorrow's deepest pain. To them that fully know the heavenly truth, They hear the four great Vedas shout aloud TRUE KNOWLEDGE PANATATTU, E. Indian, 10th Century A. D. My God is not a chiselled stone, Or lime-block, so clear and bright: Nor is he cleaned with tamarind, Like images of bronze. I cannot worship such as these, If He be mine what can I need? My God is everywhere! Within, beyond man's highest word, In sacred books, in darkest night, In deepest, bluest sky, In those who know the truth, and in The faithful few on earth; My God is found in all of these, But can the Deity Descend to images of stone Or copper dark or red? Whene'er wind blows or compass points, How carefully he folds the page Ah! Yes; the truth should fill his heart, But 'tis beneath his arm. To him who "knows," the sun is high; To this, 'tis starless night. If still, oh sinful man, with ash Thou dost besmear thy face, Or bathest oft, that thus thy soul May cast away its load, Thou knowest naught of God, nor of Regeneration's work. Your mantras, what are they? The Veds Are burdened with their weight. If knowledge be not thine, thou art As one in deep mid-stream, A stream so wide that both the banks Alas! How long did I adore See also the Hymns in Section VIII. C. SIXTEENTH AND SEVENTEENTH CENTURIES THE IMAGE OF GOD FRANCESCO DE ALDANA (From the Spanish) O Lord! who seest from yon starry height, Yet in the hoary winter of my days, Before my spirit, and an image fair Shall meet that look of mercy from on high, As the reflected image in a glass Doth meet the look of him who seeks it there, THE PROTECTION OF JEHOVAH PSALM XXIII From Moulton's Modern Readers' Bible The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth me beside still waters. He restoreth my soul: He guideth me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil; For thou art with me: Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. THE DELIVERANCE OF JEHOVAH PSALM XXVII From Moulton's Modern Readers' Bible The Lord is my light and my salvation; The Lord is the strength of my life; Of whom shall I be afraid? |