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Nay, seer, I do not doubt thy mystic lore, / Nor question that the tenor of my life, / Past, present, and the future, is revealed / There in my horoscope. I do believe / That yon dead moon compels the haughty seas / To ebb and flow, and that my natal star / Stands like a stern-browed sentinel in space / And challenges events; nor lets one grief, / Or joy, or failure, or success, pass on / To mar or bless my earthly lot, until / It proves its Karmic right to come to me.
All this I grant, but more than this I _know_! / Before the solar systems were conceived, / When nothing was but the unnamable, / My spirit lived, an atom of the Cause. / Through countless ages and in many forms / It has existed, ere it entered in / This human frame to serve its little day / Upon the earth. The deathless Me of me. / The spark from that great all-creative fire, / Is part of that eternal source called God, / And mightier than the universe.