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Take my voice and let me sing
Ever only for my King.
Take my lips and let them be
Filled with messages from Thee.
Take my silver and my gold,
Not a mite would I withhold,
Take my intellect and use
Every power as Thou shalt choose.
Take my will and make it Thine;
It shall be no longer mine.
Take my heart, it is Thine own,
It shall be Thy royal throne.
Take my love, My lord, I pour
At thy feet its treasure store.
Take myself, and I will be
Ever, only, all for Thee."


And as the final song, "Walk with the King", was played, a feeling of joy filled the air, and words resounded over the hill:



"I walk with the King, Meher Baba;
I walk with the King, praise His Name;
No longer I roam, my soul faces Home,
I walk and talk with the King."


The gathering dispersed, each one refreshed by the remembrance of Elizabeth's life of surrender to her Beloved. As Mehera said, while walking away towards the Beloved's Samadhi, "Elizabeth's name will be remembered always, because of her great, great love for Baba."


Avatar Meher Baba Ki Jai!






For Elizabeth


Go carefully — go slow


Into the new climate


Music frozen, so


Icewhite yet loving


All around you, the movement of invisible wings . . .




This isn't Antarctica


It is (only) the coolness of eternal summer . . .


Fills Frederick


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