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A Hymn of the Thought-Gods
The shining host has arisen in my soul, the host of the Thoughtgods
and they sing a hymn as they march upward, a hymn of the
heart’s illumination. March thou on, O my soul, impetuously to
their violent and mighty music. For they are drunken with the
joy of an inspiration that betrays not to falsehood, because the
truth of eternal Nature is its guide. They are the comrades of a
firm and blazing Light and in the force of the Light they work
out their lofty aggressions; conquerors, violently they march
on their path, self-protecting they guard of themselves the soul
against falsehood; for they are many and march without a gap in
their brilliant ranks. Violent are they as a herd of rushing bulls;
the nights come against them, but they overleap the nights; they
possess the earth in our thoughts and they rise with them to
the heavens. No half-lights, no impotent things are they, but
mighty in aggression and puissant to attain. Spears of light they
hold and they loose them from their hands at the children of
Darkness; the flashing lightnings of the Thought-gods search
the night and the light of heaven rises of itself on our souls
at their battle-call. Truth is their shining strength; the hosts of
the Thought-gods are the artificers of the soul and they fashion
its immortality; themselves they yoke their coursers to the
chariot of our life and they drive galloping to the joy that is its
goal.
They have bathed their limbs in the waters of Parushni, in
the stream that has a multitude of currents, they have put on their
divine raiment and now with the wheels of their chariots they
break open all Nature’s secret caves. Sometimes they march on
a thousand branching paths, sometimes they rush direct at their
goal; sometimes their paths are within, sometimes they follow
outward Nature’s thousand ways; the world-sacrifice fulfils itself
by the many names of their godhead and by their ever-widening