Show Il RU f hoso desires or 01 Joys or 01 weeps For whatsoever er things s nUL may 1 beIn bo be boIn 0 In life Ilfe 1 between the time gulfs of sleep Knows not tho the fashion of the Three e Brahma am I r and Vishnu too And Siva maker savior flume flame II Of or ruin ruin Con Can eyes then view Me who am Three and still sUit the lie same samo I shatter cities In their ml might ht And shape soft flowers of ot their clay I 1 break the hundred towers of or night To build therewith tho the dome of ot day Brahma am am 1 I 1 shapo shape all things Whereof the wisest mouth can tell I fashion from rom the mold of or kings The Thc 1 butterfly And it Is well Vishnu am am I It Is m my will The Tho stone should lie Ie whore once it fell The she sun still shine to warm the hill hili The heart till still hope And It is well Siva am I I. With scathing tire fire With J I sweep the tho worlds like wind of hell heJl all Its ebb of vain desire Creation tall falls And It Is lt ls Junk ou I do for you these for I tit my l sport spurt Each lower flower that buds and and dies Draws s from the deep heart spring of m my y yA A flood of agonies But thus through Court or of starry I who mm am all w who Imo am the tho Three space Cost Cast on the tho dark of TIme and Place Time Tho light of mine EternIty Arthur D D. FIcke co In n ly 1 j Harpers Harper's Weekly Week Week- |