When self begins to die, as thought awakes
To one Life, Mind, and that Mind infinite,
I see afar, though faint to sense that quakes,
The dawning light of heaven, a bliss unwrit,
When self begins to die.
The clutching claims of fear relax their hold,
And hell begins to sink down out of sight;
Ambition, greed, and strife, a triad bold,
Let loose their grasp at dawning heaven's light,
When self begins to die.
The false gods that I deemed gave goods and pelf
Are gods no more, for Good is always Mind;
My heart finds higher aims than love of self,
And higher, higher climbs, nor looks behind,
When self knows it must die.
