This Book is written by Arthur Osborne.
I only know she set my heart aflame
In youth when tempest tossed;
In youth, all bearings lost,
Her grace my anchorage, her love my aim.
That was the first; then through the middle years
Companion on life’s ways
Wedded in hopes and not weighed down by fears,
Solace in sombre days.
And now the third age dawns, the Shakti now,
Through whom to those who seek
His wisdom flows, His grace confirms the vow
To assail the sacred peak.