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G E I AND LODGE
The Ashlar R Vol. XVI Issue II
divine by realizing divine, idols or temples or which enables us to conquer the evil and devil,
churches or books are only supports, the help the darkness. Therefore, let us think of light,
of the spiritual childhood, but on and on he there will be light, and realize that divine light.-
must progress”.In view of the above it is very (By KAVACH)
easy to conclude that light is the divine spark,
Poem - Every Year By Albert Pike

Life is a count of losses, That to bloom we might have aided,
Every year And immortal garlands braided,
For the weak are heavier crosses, Every year
Every year To the Past go more dead faces,
Lost Springs with sobs replying Every year
Unto weary Autumns' sighing, As the loved leave vacant places,
While those we love are dying, Every year
Every year Everywhere the sad eyes meet us,
It is growing darker, colder, In the evening's dusk they greet us,
Every year And to come to them entreat us,
As the heart and soul grow older, Every year
Every year You are growing old, they tell us,
I care not now for dancing, Every year
Or for eyes with passion glancing, You are more alone, they tell us,
Love is less and less entrancing, Every year
Every year You can win no new affection,
The days have less of gladness, You have only recollection,
Every year Deeper sorrow and dejection,
The nights more weight of sadness, Every year
Every year Too true!-Life's shores are shifting,
Fair Springs no longer charm us, Every year
The winds and weather harm us, And we are seaward drifting,
The threats of death alarm us, Every year
Every year Old places, changing, fret us,
There come new cares and sorrows, The living more forget us,
Every year There are fewer to regret us,
Dark days and darker morrows, Every year
Every year But the truer life draws nigher,
The ghosts of dead loves haunt us, Every year
The ghosts of changed friends taunt us, And its Morning star climbs higher,
And disappointments daunt us, Every year
Every year Earth's hold on us grows slighter,
Of the loves and sorrows blended, And the heavy burden lighter,
Every year And the Dawn Immortal brighter,
Of the charms of friendship ended, Every year
Every year Our life is less worth living,
Of the ties that still might bind me, Every year
Until Time to Death resigns me, And briefer our thanksgiving,
My infirmities remind me, Every year
Every year And Love, grown faint and fretful,
Ah! how sad to look before us, With lips but half regretful,
Every year Averts its eyes regretful,
While the cloud grows darker o'er us, Every year
Every year
When we see the blossoms faded,

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