Calcutta nr. 119
The secret of the world as it is written in our book
You cannot tell, for it would prejudice our secret.
Since in this world there is not a wise man who is worthy
You cannot give expression to all that is in our thoughts.
The myst'ry of life, in the book of our soul as it writ is,
We may not disclose, a sin 'gainst our secret for it is:
Midst ignorant men since no one for confidant fit is,
Not all can be told that hid in our thought and our wit is.