| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | From the Vedic | | By Mason A. Freeman, Jr. |
| | The Egg WHAT lies hidden in the shell | |
| Was born through torment deep in hell; | |
| And it will burst its bonds to sense | |
| Analogous experience, | |
| And swing through poles of heaven and hell | 5 |
| To lurk again within the shell. | |
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Ecce Homo Behold the man indeedthe inner self | |
| Who sits inside, no bigger than ones thumb; | |
| Who limbless moves, and lacking eyes can see; | |
| Scans all the past, can all the future plumb. | 10 |
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The Herdsman I hail the wandering herdsman of the night, | |
| The watcher and the shepherd of the stars, | |
| Who points the pathway leading to the light, | |
| And for the sheep lets down the golden bars. | |
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The Rosary Within the all-enfolding hands | 15 |
| The worlds are being told like beads. | |
| Lift up your eyes and look thereon! | |
| What need have ye of forms and creeds? | |
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Creation The moon was gendered from my mind, | |
| And from my eye the sun had birth, | 20 |
| And from my breast the winds burst forth, | |
| And underneath my feet the earth. | | | | |
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