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Sleeps in the still recesses of our soul
A crystal pool of God's own provenance.
Gazing therein,as stare the sooth-sayers
Within their speaking crystalfirst dispel
Discordant voices from the world of sense
Outside, and listen for the inward voice.
Disperse the shadow'd clouds that brood above,
The shadow of your own imagining
And wait with half-clos'd eyes the day-spring true.
So, seeking God's illumination, muse
Waiting the vision of beatitude
In brooding silence and a holy calm,
Your spirit steep'd in peace.
(During the speech Asclepiades descends steps behind speaker.)
Asclepiades:
Far more avails
The sage's silence with the Mind Divine
