Knowledge

We find the Good by being good, the True
   By being true, the Real by dissolving
Our fond illusions, thereby piercing through
   Shadow, and knowing substance. By resolving,
We can attain, and by attaining, know ;
   And, knowing, who shall cause us grief or harm?
What trembling victim of the world’s vain show
   Shall pierce the armoured heart, or foil the arm
Of him whose Shield is Wisdom? What event,
   What circumstance, what mutability
Can shake the Changeless? And whoso hath blent
   His life with Changeless Good, stands steadfastly
In Knowledge, fearing nothing, hating naught;
His heart and mind Love-fashioned, Wisdom-wrought.