Into a congeries celestial,

Structure stellar, sidereal, was laid.
Clusters of suns, bound

By family ties of attractive love,
Formed their groups in space,
In unutterable splendor
Around and about

The Palace of the Master Mind.

Not hanging in the wastes

Of North, in cheerless space,

But everywhere,

Windows in stately rooms
Peer into cosmic deeps,
And open vision into
Blackness of darkness
Beyond confines of suns,
In frigid space, at zero
Absolute, and cold infinite,
Without glow of light or warmth.
But the Master hath

Called to being

Island universes

Other congeries of suns-
By unnumbered millions,
Bound by galactic bands
Of other suns, with force
Attractive. Their mighty
Mirrors and lenses,
Curved to energy waves
Photographic, turn with
Gaze imperturbable,
Through the hours of
Mountain night,
Full upon the distant
Universes, and write
Their varied histories
On plates made sensitive
To tiny rays of light,

Tremulous and faint

From flights through space
During five thousand years.
Space, the Master's place
For work, arduous, creative,
Is the cosmic bearing
On waves etheric,

Sidereal universes, beyond

Mathematic power and the mighty calculus.

X.

Holy is the matchless

Altar of God.

Suns are its foundation,

The cubic Altar of the
Very soul of nature,
The soul Divine,

The soul Sublime, Supreme.

The Master Soul

In divinity circuit

Willed: Let suns be,

And they emerged,

From chaos of nebulosity

To light up the cosmic scene.
Energy Divine, Nascent,
Potent in rays of Mind,
Mind magnificent,

Sped to points remote

In deeps profound.

Space glowed with

Light supernal

And suns burst forth.

Creative thought made worlds exist.

XI.

Eons rolled away

And cast their ages

Into past duration,

From everlasting to everlasting.

Pent up lightnings,

Electric thunders and
Voices, hoarse roarings,

Resounded over the turbulence

Of cosmic foundation:

Spiral nebulae revolved

And hurled off suns;

Worlds condensed,

Solar systems formed,

And flying worlds.

Amid awful elemental

War and chaos

The Reign of Law appeared..
Appalling thunders subdued
Into dull and distant roar.
Dim vapors rolled away,
Light appeared in gloom
Of space, and colors
Touched cosmic clouds

With tints beautiful.

XII.

Calm drew on apace.

Lightnings, force

Electric and thunders,
Almost ceased;
Turbulence subsided

Into silence and solitude.

A hush came over Nature

And ominous stillness.

The universe of dull
And cheerless matter
Expectant, waited the dawn
Of some prophetic age,

The opening of some new era,
Cosmic and transcendent.
Suns, aware of coming events,
Poured forth floods effulgent
Of light and genial warmth,
From fierce heat tempered.

Nature looked on in silence,
Wondering what mighty

Event awaited.

The Master Creative Mind
Spoke Word Omnific, saying:
Let Life Be, and life
Appeared on the cosmic scene.
Eons rolled away,
And then came MAN,

CHAPTER XXV

MORNING SONGS

THE morning seems to be an especially favorite

time for singing. Then is when the birds sing their most exquisite and passionate songs. In our garden in Pasadena, California, I have listened to the feathered Pattis, Nordicas, Jenny Linds, Tetrazzinis, Schumann-Heinks, Carusos, De Rezkes, McCormacks, by the score, until my heart has been thrilled with the soulful delight of their varied music. Even in the heart of the Colorado Desert, miles away from all evidences of civilization, I have been awakened by the most delicious bursts of melody from the throat of a solitary oriole. I was asleep in my blankets when this song reached my inner consciousness. The night had been so silent that it is no figure of speech to say that I could hear my heart beat. I could hear and count every beat distinctly. Then to have this glorious bird-song pierce the morning air-there is no wonder it awoke me to its enjoyment.

Every morning at beautiful Foresta, in the Yosemite National Park, where many of these pages were