I drank the crushed beauty of a sextillion stars;
I sipped the sap of all sane pleasures;
I made a bonfire of all sorrows and basked in the
blaze of bliss.
I quaffed the commingled love of all hearts;
I mingled paternal, maternal, and fraternal love
And drank that to the dregs.
I squeezed the Scriptures for a drop of peace;
I pressed poems from the winepress of Nature;
I stole the sweetness from the honeycomb of pleasures;
I stole gems from the mine of thoughts;
I read, I smiled, I worked, I planned, I throbbed,
But naught was sufficient,—–
Only nightmares of incompleteness, ever-receding
Will-o’-the-Wisps of promised happiness
precipitated and haunted my heart.
But when I cast all dreams away,
I sat in the sanctuary of Peace,
And my Soul sang, “ God alone! God alone!
— From Inner Culture Magazine, September 1935