To the west
lay the inexhaustible Pacific, booming its solemn praise; in the
distance, a tiny white sailing boat, and the lonely flight of a
seagull. "Christ, thou art risen!" Not alone with the vernal sun,
but in the eternal dawn of Spirit!
Many happy months sped by; in the peace of perfect beauty I was
able to complete at the hermitage a long-projected work, COSMIC
CHANTS. I set to English words and Western musical notation about
forty songs, some original, others my adaptations of ancient
melodies. Included were the Shankara chant, "No Birth, No Death";
two favorites of Sri Yukteswar's: "Wake, Yet Wake, O my Saint!" and
"Desire, my Great Enemy"; the hoary Sanskrit "Hymn to Brahma"; old
Bengali songs, "What Lightning Flash!" and "They Have Heard Thy Name";
Tagore's "Who is in my Temple?"; and a number of my compositions:
"I Will be Thine Always," "In the Land Beyond my Dreams," "Come
Out of the Silent Sky," "Listen to my Soul Call," "In the Temple
of Silence," and "Thou Art my Life."
For a preface to the songbook I recounted my first outstanding
experience with the receptivity of Westerners to the quaintly
devotional airs of the East. The occasion had been a public lecture;
the time, April 18, 1926; the place, Carnegie Hall in New York.
"Mr. Hunsicker," I had confided to an American student, "I am planning
to ask the audience to sing an ancient Hindu chant, 'O God Beautiful!'"
"Sir," Mr.
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