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At the Feet of The Mother


The mind of a man
And the mind in a stone.
But the Mind of minds
Sits bright and alone.

The life of a tree,
The life in a clod,
To the Life of all life
That men call God.

The heart of a beast
And a seraph’s heart, —
But the Heart of all hearts
Throbs ever apart.

A body beloved
And a body slain.
Yet both were the bodies
Of One in their pain.

Notes on Text
14 March 1936. One handwritten manuscript, written on a sheet of a small “Bloc-Memo” pad.

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