HPB-SB-3-78

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vol. 3, p. 78

H. P. Blavatsky Scrapbooks

from Adyar archives of the International Theosophical Society

vol. 3 (1875-1878)

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By the Dead

O Poverty! till now I never knew The meaning of the word! What lack is here! O pale mask of a soul great, good, and true! O mocking semblance stretched upon a bier! Each atom of this devastated face Was so instinct with power, with warmth and light; What desert is so desolate! No grace Is left, no gleam, no change, no day, no night. Where is the key that locked these gates of speech, Once beautiful, where thought stood sentinel, Where sweetness sat, where wisdom passed, to teach Our weakness strength, our homage to compel? Despoiled at last, and waste and barren lies This once so rich domain. Where lives and moves, In what new world, the splendor of these eyes That dauntless lightened like imperial Jove's? Annihilated, do you answer me? Blown out and vanished like a candle flame? Is nothing left but this pale effigy, This silence drear, this dread without a name? Has it been all in vain, our love and pride, This yearning love that still pursues our friend Into the awful dark, unsatisfied, Bereft, and wrung with pain? Is this the end? Would God so mock us? To our human sense No answer reaches through the doubtful air; Yet with a living hope, profound, intense, Our tortured souls rebel against despair; As bowing to the bitter fate we go Drooping and dumb as if beneath a curse; But does not pitying Heaven answer " No! " With all the voices of the universe?

A Modern Martyr to the Philosophy of History

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<Untitled> (You make you own record)

You make your own record : it is yours ; there is no evasion, no escape–and you have in the present, as you have in the future ages, such even as your thoughts, emotions, aspirations, feelings, deeds and words shall correct for you.

Daily and hourly, your thoughts pass to that which ennobles or that which deforms and dwarfs the spirit. Every instant of time you are adding to the treasures of your spiritual life, or you are taking from it that which should adorn it.

The Great Expose Again

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<Untitled> (The Yale Professors)

The Yale Professors as – "asses."

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