WOMAN, THOU hast made my days of exile tender with beauty, and hast accepted me to thy nearness with a simple grace that is like the smile with which the unknown star welcomed me when I stood alone at the balcony and gazed upon the southern night. There came the voice from above: 'We know you, For you come as our guest from the dark of the infinite, the guest of light.' Even in the same great voice thou hast cried to me: 'I know you.' And though I know not thy tongue. Woman, I have heard it uttered in thy music, 'You are ever our guest on this earth, poet, the guest of love.'
LIFE OF MY life, I shall ever try to keep my body pure, knowing that thy living touch is upon all my limbs. I shall ever try to keep all untruths out from my thoughts, knowing that thou art that truth which has kindled the light of reason in my mind. I shall ever try to drive all evils away from my heart and keep my love in flower, knowing that thou hast thy seat in the inmost shrine of my heart. And it shall be my endeavour to reveal thee in my actions, knowing it is thy power gives me strength to act.