saw my soul a traveller through Time;
life to life the cosmic way it trod,
in the depths and on the heights sublime,
Evolving from the worm into the god.
A spark of the
eternal Fire, it came
build a house in Matter for the Unborn.
The inconscient sunless Night received the flame,
the brute seed of things dumb and forlorn.
and Thought outlined a gleaming shape
Till on the stark inanimate earth could move,
somnambulist Nature in her sleep,
thinking creature who can hope and love.
slow steps the miracle goes on,
gradual birth mid mire and stone.