From the Upanishads

Wilt thou not ope thy heart to know
What rainbows teach, and sunsets show?
Verdict which accumulates
From lengthening scroll of human fates,
Voice of earth to earth returned,
Prayers of saints that inly burned,--
Saying, What is excellent;
As God lives, is permanent
Hearts are dust, Hearts' loves remain;
Heart's love will meet thee again.
. . . .
House and tenant go to ground,
Lost in God, in Godhead found.

FROM THE UPANISHADS

BY

CHARLES JOHNSTON

Portland, Maine

Thomas R. Mosher

[1899]

R. W. EMERSON.

Copyright
Thomas B. Mosher
1897

CONTENTS

PAGE

FOREWORD

TO G. W. RUSSELL

FROM THE UPANISHADS:

IN THE HOUSE OF DEATH

[Katha Upanishad]

A VEDIC MASTER

[Prashna Upanishad]

III THAT THOU ART

[Chhandogya Upanishad, VI]

FOREWORD

When the scanty shores are full
With Thought's perilous, whirling pool;
When frail Nature can no more,
Then the Spirit strikes the hour:
My servant Death, with solving rite,
Pours finite into infinite.
R.W. EMERSON.