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The twin duality for ever one Chooses its home mid the tumults of the sense. He comes unseen into our darker parts And, curtained by the darkness, does his work, A subtle and all-knowing guest and guide, Till they too feel the need and will to change. All here must learn to obey a higher law, Our body's cells must hold the Immortal's flame. Else would the spirit reach alone its source Leaving a half-saved world to its dubious fate. Nature would ever labour unredeemed; Our earth would ever spin unhelped in Space, And this immense creation's purpose fail Till at last the frustrate universe sank undone. Even his godlike strength to rise must fall: His greater consciousness withdrew behind; Dim and eclipsed, his human outside strove To feel again the old sublimities, Bring the high saving touch, the ethereal flame, Call back to its dire need the divine Force. Always the power poured back like sudden rain, Or slowly in his breast a presence grew; It clambered back to some remembered height Or soared above the peak from which it fell. Each time he rose there was a larger poise, A dwelling on a higher spirit plane; The Light remained in him a longer space. In this oscillation between earth and heaven, In this ineffable communion's climb There grew in him as grows a waxing moon The glory of the integer of his soul. A union of the Real with the unique, A gaze of the Alone from every face, The presence of the Eternal in the hours Widening the mortal mind's half-look on things, Bridging the gap between man's force and Fate 
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