"When religion grows in age,
faith turns into dogma, and
experience is replaced by book-
knowledge, virtue by adherence
to rules, devotion by ritual,
meditation by metaphysical
speculation. The time is then
ripe for a rediscovery of truth
and a fresh attempt to give it
expression in life."
-Lama Govinda
The northern pole and southern rest
On thy supporting hand;
Darkness and day, from east to west,
Move round at thy command.
And rule the boistrous deep.
Thou mak'st the sleeping billows roll
The rolling billows sleep.
How Terrible thy glories rise!
How bright thine armies shine!
Where is the power with thee that vies,
Compar'd with thine?
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