The Power of Hope, p. 601

Opening Remarks
The hope that Savitri brings and sows in the home of darkness begins to work like a miracle and opens the doors to the Light.

Light conquered
Here in this seat of Darkness mute and lone,
In the heart of everlasting Nothingness
Light conquered now even by that feeble beam:
Its faint infiltration drilled the blind deaf mass;
Almost it changed into a glimmering sight
That housed the phantom of an aureate Sun
Whose orb pupilled the eye of Nothingness.
A golden fire came in and burned Night’s heart;
Her dusky mindlessness began to dream;
The Inconscient conscious grew, Night felt and thought.

Savitri brings the light of Hope by her presence in the very seat of that tremendous mute and lone Darkness, in that heart of everlasting Nothingness. Even that feeble beam of Hope conquered drilling a faint beam of light in that blind deaf mass. The darkness began to change as into a glimmer that was suggestive of the yet to emerge Dawn from a sun that had opened the eyes of Nothingness. A golden fire came and began to burn the heart of Night compelling its dusky mindless state to dream. The Inconscient grew conscious and Night began to feel and think.

Assailed
Assailed in the sovereign emptiness of its reign
The intolerant Darkness paled and drew apart
Till only a few black remnants stained that Ray.

Night in its sovereign emptiness began to be assailed. The intolerant Darkness grew pale and began to draw apart till only few patches of darkness stained the ray of Hope.

The Adversary
But on a failing edge of dumb lost space
Still a great dragon body sullenly loomed;
Adversary of the slow struggling Dawn
Defending its ground of tortured mystery,
It trailed its coils through the dead martyred air
And curving fled down a grey slope of Time.

Yet Darkness was not annihilated. The great Adversary of the Dawn lingered with its huge dragon body in some distant edge of dumb Space. It loomed sullenly defending its ground of mystery where truth lay in tortured and twisted shapes. It trailed its dark coils through the atmosphere void of air and curving across the globe it fled down a grey slope of Time.

Closing Remarks
Hope opens the heart of Night to the Dawn and brings the play of light.