THE KASÎDAH V, 13, 24

What mortal shall consort with Khizr,
 when Musâ turned in fear to flee?
What man foresees the flow’er or fruit
 whom Fate compels to plant the tree?

For Man’s Free-will immortal Law,
 Anagkê, Kismet, Des’tiny read
That was, that is, that aye shall be,
 Star, Fortune, Fate, Urd, Norn or Need.

“Man’s nat’ural state is God’s design;”
 such is the silly sage’s theme;
“Man’s primal Age was Age of Gold;”
 such is the Poet’s waking dream:

THE KASÎDAH IV, 97, 108

“Yea, Pan was dead, the Nazar’ene came
 and seized his seat beneath the sun,
“The votary of the Riddle-god,
 whose one is three and three is one;

“Whose sadd’ening creed of herited Sin
 spilt o’er the world its cold grey spell;
“In every vista showed a grave,
 and ’neath the grave the glare of Hell;

“Till all Life’s Po’esy sinks to prose;
 romance to dull Real’ity fades;
“Earth’s flush of gladness pales in gloom
 and God again to man degrades.

THE KASÎDAH II, 41, 52

“Ear never heard, Eye never saw
 the bliss of those who enter in
My heavenly kingdom,” Isâ said,
 who wailed our sorrows and our sin:

Too much of words or yet too few!
 What to thy Godhead easier than
One little glimpse of Paradise
 to ope the eyes and ears of man?

“I am the Truth! I am the Truth!”
 we hear the God-drunk gnostic cry
“The microcosm abides in ME;
 Eternal Allah’s nought but I!”