HPB-SB-3-46

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vol. 3, p. 46

H. P. Blavatsky Scrapbooks

from Adyar archives of the International Theosophical Society

vol. 3 (1875-1878)

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eng • рус

<Untitled> (To a Western friend)

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Mrs. Mary Sprague, 101 years old

Somewhere

How can I cease to pray for thee? Somewhere In God’s great universe thou art to day. Can He not reach thee with His tender care? Can He not hear me when for thee I pray? What matters it to Him who holds within The hollow of His hand all worlds, all space, That thou art done with earthly pain and sin? Somewhere within His ken thou hast a place! Somewhere thou livest, and hast need of Him; Somewhere thy soul sees higher heights to climb And somewhere, still, there may be Valleys dim That thou must pass to reach the hills sublime. Then all the more, because thou canst not hear Poor, human words of blessing, will I pray, O true, brave heart, God bless thee, wheresoe’er In His great universe thou art to-day!

The Aviary

<Untitled> (With heart of woman)

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