"In India, in this wonderful country where men have time and will
for speculation such thoughts may be natural. Can they be found
in the West?"
"This is from the West - might not Kabir himself have said it?
Certainly he would have felt it. 'Happy is he who seeks not to
understand the Mystery of God, but who, merging his spirit into
Thine, sings to Thy face, 0 Lord, like a harp, understanding how
difficult it is to know - how easy to love Thee.' We debate and
argue and the Vision passes us by. We try to prove it, and kill
it in the laboratory of our minds, when on the altar of our
souls it will dwell for ever."
Silence - and I pondered. Finally she laid the book aside, and
repeated from memory and in a tone of perfect music; "Kabir says,
'I shall go to the House of my Lord with my Love at my side; then
shall I sound the trumpet of triumph.'"
And when she left me alone in the moonlight silence the old
doubts came back to me - the fear that I saw only through her
eyes, and began to believe in joy only because I loved her. I
remember I wrote in the little book I kept for my stray thoughts,
these words which are not mine but reflect my thought of her;
"Thine is the skill of the Fairy Woman, and the virtue of St.
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