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Angels Unawares I-III - Poems by Swami Vivekananda

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<font face="Courier New"><span style="font-size: 12px;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I<br _moz_dirty=""><br _moz_dirty="">One bending low with load of life —<br _moz_dirty="">That meant no joy, but suffering harsh and hard —<br _moz_dirty="">And wending on his way through dark and dismal paths<br _moz_dirty="">Without a flash of light from brain or heart<br _moz_dirty="">To give a moment's cheer, till the line<br _moz_dirty="">That marks out pain from pleasure, death from life,<br _moz_dirty="">And good from what is evil was well-nigh wiped from sight,<br _moz_dirty="">Saw, one blessed night, a faint but beautiful ray of light<br _moz_dirty="">Descend to him. He knew not what or wherefrom,<br _moz_dirty="">But called it God and worshipped.<br _moz_dirty="">Hope, an utter stranger, came to him and spread<br _moz_dirty="">Through all his parts, and life to him meant more<br _moz_dirty="">Than he could ever dream and covered all he knew,<br _moz_dirty="">Nay, peeped beyond his world. The Sages<br _moz_dirty="">Winked, and smiled, and called it "superstition".<br _moz_dirty="">But he did feel its power and peace<br _moz_dirty="">And gently answered back —<br _moz_dirty="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "O Blessed Superstition! "<br _moz_dirty=""><br _moz_dirty="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; II<br _moz_dirty=""><br _moz_dirty=""><br _moz_dirty="">One drunk with wine of wealth and power<br _moz_dirty="">And health to enjoy them both, whirled on<br _moz_dirty="">His maddening course, till the earth, he thought,<br _moz_dirty="">Was made for him, his pleasure-garden, and man,<br _moz_dirty="">The crawling worm, was made to find him sport,<br _moz_dirty="">Till the thousand lights of joy, with pleasure fed,<br _moz_dirty="">That flickered day and night before his eyes,<br _moz_dirty="">With constant change of colours, began to blur<br _moz_dirty="">His sight, and cloy his senses; till selfishness,<br _moz_dirty="">Like a horny growth, had spread all o'er his heart;<br _moz_dirty="">And pleasure meant to him no more than pain,<br _moz_dirty="">Bereft of feeling; and life in the sense,<br _moz_dirty="">So joyful, precious once, a rotting corpse between his arms,<br _moz_dirty="">Which he forsooth would shun, but more he tried, the more<br _moz_dirty="">It clung to him; and wished, with frenzied brain,<br _moz_dirty="">A thousand forms of death, but quailed before the charm,<br _moz_dirty="">Then sorrow came — and Wealth and Power went —<br _moz_dirty="">And made him kinship find with all the human race<br _moz_dirty="">In groans and tears, and though his friends would laugh,<br _moz_dirty="">His lips would speak in grateful accents —<br _moz_dirty="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "O Blessed Misery! "<br _moz_dirty=""><br _moz_dirty="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; III<br _moz_dirty=""><br _moz_dirty="">One born with healthy frame — but not of will<br _moz_dirty="">That can resist emotions deep and strong,<br _moz_dirty="">Nor impulse throw, surcharged with potent strength —<br _moz_dirty="">And just the sort that pass as good and kind,<br _moz_dirty="">Beheld that he was safe, whilst others long<br _moz_dirty="">And vain did struggle 'gainst the surging waves.<br _moz_dirty="">Till, morbid grown, his mind could see, like flies<br _moz_dirty="">That seek the putrid part, but what was bad.<br _moz_dirty="">Then Fortune smiled on him, and his foot slipped.<br _moz_dirty="">That ope'd his eyes for e'er, and made him find<br _moz_dirty="">That stones and trees ne'er break the law,<br _moz_dirty="">But stones and trees remain; that man alone<br _moz_dirty="">Is blest with power to fight and conquer Fate,<br _moz_dirty="">Transcending bounds and laws.<br _moz_dirty="">From him his passive nature fell, and life appeared<br _moz_dirty="">As broad and new, and broader, newer grew,<br _moz_dirty="">Till light ahead began to break, and glimpse of That<br _moz_dirty="">Where Peace Eternal dwells — yet one can only reach<br _moz_dirty="">By wading through the sea of struggles — courage-giving, came.<br _moz_dirty="">Then looking back on all that made him kin<br _moz_dirty="">To stocks and stones, and on to what the world<br _moz_dirty="">Had shunned him for, his fall, he blessed the fall,<br _moz_dirty="">And with a joyful heart, declared it —<br _moz_dirty="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Blessed Sin!"<br _moz_dirty=""><br _moz_dirty=""><br><br></span></font> <div> <div><font face="Courier New"><span style="font-size: 12px;"> </span></font></div></div><br><br>
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