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22
FOR MEHERA'S BIRTHDAY

 

Most fortunate are you through all the ages,
Meheramai, you who alone do reign
Within God's heart and feel and know His pain
More intimately than others, great sages
And saints are not so blessed. All the world rages
For sight of Him -- seeking in passing gain
His face; or weeps, 'O, where is lover's lane?'
Or through hard penance seeks to know the stages.
 
And I among men am most blessed indeed
In that I write these lines to celebrate
The birth of one to whom all women cede
Love's honor-seat, and patiently await
Their turn; one, whose pure beauty's grace
Poets will sing as long as lasts our race.

 

 

 

Photo of Francis Brabazon
--Francis Brabazon
 

 

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