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garments of an hour, but wearing the robes of space whither these voices
out of the illimitable allure us, now with love, and anon with beauty
or power. In our past the mighty ones came glittering across the foam of
the mystic waters and brought their warriors away.

Perhaps, and this also is my hope, they may again return; Manannan,
on his ocean-sweeping boat, a living creature, diamond-winged, or Lu,
bright as the dawn, on his fiery steed, manned with tumultuous flame, or
some hitherto unknown divinity may stand suddenly by me on the hill, and
hold out the Silver Branch with white blossoms from the Land of Youth,
and stay me ere I depart with the sung call as of old:

Tarry thou yet, late lingerer in the twilight's glory
Gay are the hills with song: earth's faery children leave
More dim abodes to roam the primrose-hearted eve,
Opening their glimmering lips to breathe some wondrous story.
Hush, not a whisper! Let your heart alone go dreaming.
Dream unto dream may pass: deep in the heart alone
Murmurs the Mighty One his solemn undertone.
Canst thou not see adown the silver cloudland streaming
Rivers of faery light, dewdrop on dewdrop falling,
Starfire of silver flames, lighting the dark beneath?
And what enraptured hosts burn on the dusky heath!
Come thou away with them for Heaven to Earth is calling.
These are Earth's voice--her answer--spirits thronging.
Come to the Land of Youth: the trees grown heavy there
Drop on the purple wave the starry fruit they bear.
Drink! the immortal waters quench the spirit's longing.
Art thou not now, bright one, all sorrow past, in elation,
Filled with wild joy, grown brother-hearted with the vast,
Whither thy spirit wending flits the dim stars past
Unto the Light of Lights in burning adoration.

1896

RELIGION AND LOVE

I have often wondered whether there is not something wrong in our
religious systems in that the same ritual, the same doctrines, the
same aspirations are held to be sufficient both for men and women. The
tendency everywhere is to obliterate distinctions, and if a woman
be herself she is looked upon unkindly. She rarely understands our
metaphysics, and she gazes on the expounder of the mystery of the Logos
with enigmatic eyes which reveal the enchantment of another divinity.
The ancients were wiser than we in this, for they had Aphrodite and Hera
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