The extremes of sublimity and simplicity
has swept the soul of the mystic
in periods of alternate stress and glory;
tending ever to greater transcendence,
greater freedom, growing in closer
contact with the creator of life.
He emerges from the long
and wondrous journey
to find himself in rest and work,
a little child on the bosom of the Father.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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