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date: 1920-04-03

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transcription: April 3, 1920 - Page 7

-The Harmony of Discord-

Behold is God a great disc
Of silver and men fling their yeas and nays
As pebbles 'gainst its metal.
Yet in the giving forth of slender
Silver rings from the disc's lips.
Circlets of melody slip the ether,
Weaving a chain across Eternity!
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-My Cup of Confession-

Oh, I would make a cup
Of sapphire upon a slender stem
Of gold. I would twin it of ivy.
I would place upon its brim
Moon-frosted dew and limp blossoms
Of twilight, clinging in their sweetness.
Unto this would I our from my lips
A hot wine in which I would purge me.
I would let a full announcement
Become the wine, sweet and bitter!
Neither would I regret the bitter.
This would I hold to the lips
Of God in fearing. Shall he drink?
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-The Slave's Offering-

Oh my beloved! In the sweet grass
I kneel with sand within my sandals
And my hands twining one within the other.
Oh, I have heard the temple bells
And seen the rising of smoke
As a slender tongue licking the altar.

I have watched men bare their feet
And walk before their God. And thou
Hast come in the early dawn
When the city's gate swung inward,
With a veil of cashmere fluttering
Within the young breeze and the holy light
Of day rested as a halo o'er thy head.

I have seen all of this
And the circlet of jade and the armlets
Of gold with their discs flashing
And the anklets of copper, chiming
And thy bare feet. And I
Have seen within the temple
The God and they in homage before him

Con'd

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