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this great Universe. I felt I was one element in a huge mosaic 
system. A mosaic, essential to the whole. For one brief second, 
alas! too brief, I seemed to comprehend Divinity. Every¬ 
where, around, above and below me, the Universe was bathed 
in a soft, gray, pearly light; symbolically the Universe appeared 
as an immense gray shining sphere; smaller orbs represented 
personality, distinct, yet a part of the grand whole. A com¬ 
posite flower also illustrates the feeling. The centre of the 
flower and its numerous divisions are all separate flowers; still 
they grow, jointly contributing to the glory of one unity — in 
complexity. 
“With the rapidity of a flash of light I felt the reality of the 
eternal, undying, inner core of personality, and of the immor¬ 
tal place in the Universe, of self. 
“Briefly these are the facts as I have stated. The months 
following revealed to me the results of the reconstruction of 
my being dating from then. I have never lost the vivid vitality 
of the experience. The impressions of those spring days are 
easily recalled; to them I turn for support and consolation. 
On that March day was forged the anchor of my soul; firmly 
it grapples as it ever will the infinite currents of the absolute.” 
Apparently the same sense of religious rehabilitation is em¬ 
bodied in the following mystic poem, which, in spite of Emer¬ 
sonian license of rhyme and rhythm, has decided merit. It is 
entitled “My Star.” 
“A star with flashing light and power, 
My soul a-flaming woke, 
A vivid flare midst luring loom, 
A burning stream my senses smote. 
“ This star in radiancy sublime, 
With speeding worlds was borne, 
And shedding thence its varied light, 
In waning left me wan and lorn. 
“ Oh, how I longed and waited 
For my star to come again! 
I scanned the azure heavens, 
Scarce knowing if I watched in vain. 
