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"Westward is the trend of civilization" and one of the chief objects of holding that Gahanbar at the Golden Gate, situated on the western coast of the New World, was not only to fulfill the infinite designs, but also to bring home to humanity the great need at the present time of the higher orientation of occidental thought-the old made new, that the merging of the gates of the East and the West might be realized as predicted, in practical and up-to-date actuality.

Besides the great depth of learning, experience and scholarship which Dr. Wadia brings to bear upon the times, peoples, places and things he encountered, he intuitively and observingly analyzes this "Spirit of the East and the West" to a remarkable degree, thus enriching his readers by his broad and tolerant, yet searching, and, if needs be, critical views; sparing not even himself because of his unflinching love of truth.

One feels indeed that this is no ordinary book of travels, but a very intimate, inclusive and natural account of personal experiences impersonally described by one possessed of the highest gifts of literary excellence and realistic expression combined with a rare poetry of feeling; and yet withal, such scientific modernity that its pages could not help polarizing more closely the Old and the New Worlds, cementing with more singleness of

purpose and vision the ties that bind all Aryan races to each other.

But what, coming from a Mazdaznan of the East, is of particular and potent interest to us is, naturally, the account of his impressions of Mazdaznan, our Master, our people here in America, the comparisons he draws and infers and the sense of relationship he felt. Apparently his warm welcome and the hospitality everywhere extended to him was not unappreciated, as he writes most charmingly of his introduction to our "Household," and describes in more than cordial terms his pleasure as regards friendships made, particularly that with our Master, whom he first met at the "Northern Stronghold." Later we hope to publish some extracts in this connection, including also others pertaining to his visits and receptions at "Little Bethany," Lowell, Mass.; Washington, D. C., and Los Angeles.

Suffice now to say that his book, containing and because of these accounts, will prove historic and be much prized and sought after, and its author accorded respect and acclaim for such an accomplished record, as well as for the underlying motive that must have prompted-even if at first unperceived-such a tribute and convocation as may be found in the "Call of the World."-Guromano.

Rubaigat

To be read carefully and in the light of our tumultuous days, reading between the lines in search of the spirit revealing an interpretation.

In youth my thought these golden dreams

evolved:

"World's problems? Oh, how easy they are

solved!"

But wiser now speaks Old Age: "I see, That all my efforts are in naught dissolved!"

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Of all the people I have ever known,
Two kinds of Happiness were to me shown—
One kind that searched for worldly mastery,
All others, fools, who would leave good alone.

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For many, many years I have sought
For friendship of a brother of my thought,
Who would not suddenly end our friendship's

cord,

Nor break his word, nor turn from me at naught.

But of how many friends to learn I had;
That anything but brethren I have met;
And, oh! how oft, how oft did I replace
Such brethren with another ill-bred set.

At last, when year on year had passed away, Some said: "Your wish became your enemy's prey."

Good God! As long as Thou wilt let me live, I'll seek no more for friendship in Man's lay.

I leave this World in strife. As guiding light
I gave Mankind one of my jewels bright,
The rest shall seal my silent grave, as now
No one would comprehend them, sane or
right.

Of two and seventy creeds I chose but Love; Which once came down as Holy Spirit-Dove. I love That Love with all my heart and joy; All else for me is nothing—but a bluff.

Against Cupidity I closed my heart,

Thus I am free from debt, and need no guard. The Lord, my Guide, my Friend, knows what

I am,

To Him alone I open all my heart.

Thy Grace forgives all my iniquity,
And leads me to Thy Realm of Majesty.
The Book of Life I do not fear at all,
Since Mercy Thine clears all impurity.

What can we learn from ten-tongued Lily,

and

From Cypress with her hundred hands? The

plant

With her ten tongues is silent; and the plant With a hundred hands ne'er picks, nor steals -my friend!

Life grants but seldom that which craves our heart;

Our hopes are nothing but a baffled thwart; Our minds, perplexed and vexed, with sighing say:

"Too late we came, too soon we must depart."

Ye talk: "I'm proud to be a bibber?" "Yes!" "Or else a giour, or even pagan?" "Yes!" "But why? All sects claim me to be their own."

"That's wrong-I am my only own. Ah, yes!"

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