MAITREYA.

Otago Daily Times, Issue 14281, 1 August 1908, Page 6

MAITREYA.

The World grows weary: when shall He bo born Who ago by age hath eaved Her perishing! Ever She climbeth: over that within Her heaving bosom yeameth unto that Without, Self unto Self, Deep answering Deep; And over as the wheeling Days go by, Like Sisyphus She plungoth down, down, down Exanimate into the block Abyss, Whence with return to tortured sense, her cry Ascends to the far spaces of the Heavens And Ho Himself comes forth, the Lord of Aja, Ackyuta, Eka, Akshara— Unborn, Immortal, Sole, Unporishing! Not as the Lord of Worlds in blinding blaze Of Love Consummate com&th He, but lo! Tenderly wrappeth Him in human flesh, And, entering the strait chamber of the womb— Hail! 0 pure womb He chooseth—lieth hid, Even as we, long months of growing wonder, Resteth at length, even as we, close-drawn By arms of utter love, on Maya's breastMan, Very Man, that man unshont may look, And, looking, learn and live. Yea, in his smile, Lit with the inextinguishable flame Of Love Divine, Earth's misery melts and runs Like ioo in joyous Springtide; and She sighs 'Hie soft sigh of one waked; from evil dream, And smiles a, slow smile- back to Him; and span, Tenderness breeding tenderness, Hor heart Glows suddenly within Her, and She falls In happy flood of weeping at His feet. Then, lifted by His gracious hand, Her eye Filled with new light, and on Her lip a song, She turns Her to the sky y-pointed peaks, And climbs—and climbs! 0 Thou Compassionate, 0 Thou who troddest the whole- bitter way, And, overcoming, wert enthroned with THAT Whenr* Thou ami all have come I 0 hear us now As from the Depths we cry to Thee! 0 come, Come as Thou earnest in the ages past To save Thy world! 0, lay Thy' splendours r, by: The llobe of woven Flame from out the Sea, The shoreless Sea of Fire that sinks and swells Stirred by the ebbing, flowing of the Breath! How can we reach Thee so enpanoplied In shafts of living Light-how know Thee Kind ? Come, 0 Compassionate Lord, to- us who fear Thy awful Beauty, veiled in the form Our little human lives have made so dearMan among men. 'IWkl these our common ways, Smile on us, speak with us, yea, sit at meat At these our tables iu dear friendliness Till all the wonder of that love and grace Constrain us, and in passion of wild joy We fling us, 0 Beloveds at Thy feet. Ho! ye who watch the heavens evermore I'rom all Earth's Sacred Mounts—is there no sign Of His appearing? Breaks there yet no Star In gorgeous spilth of light against the blue ? Nay-none. Yet soon, 0 very soon shall Earth ('.trie on that glory, and the whisper run Swift thro' the startled lands. "Thus," men shall say, '"Thus have we heard it was of old. and thus, "Cry all tho prophets, ever will it bo f "When the Lord visiteth His peoples: lo '- "Let lis search out Hi 6 birthplace, am e adore!" s And some will seai-cli and find, and Nation! all j Shall know that that towards which thoii , age-long life , All blindly strove hath come at unawares: Bud will Ijiiist sudden into glorious bloom 0 And 0 the fragrance 0 the loveliness!

The world grows weary: Come, Maitreya, como . . . Surely her cry hath risen to Thine ear, Pierced thro' the shrouding splendours to tho still Small flame where all Thou ever wort burns on In deathless miracle; and as of old Tho brooding love of Thee will conquer Thee, And Thou wilt come, and as beneath her wings A lion her chickens gatherelh, so Thou, O Christ, wilt gather in Thine own. Come . . . Come! Marsyas.