The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING Slaying even God, should He distract Thy attention from the chosen act! Last, all these things in one o’erpowered, Time that the midnight blossom flowered! The oneness is. Yet even in this, My son, thou shalt not do amiss If thou restrain the expression, shoot Thy glance to rapture’s darkling root, Discarding name, form, sight, and stress Even of this high consciousness ; Pierce to the heart! I leave thee here: Thou art the master. I revere Thy radiance that rolls afar, O Brother of the Silver Star! Yet, immediately following this, comes the Method of Invocation of the Holy Guardian Angel, and an account of the attainment of that knowledge. marsyaS. I teach the royal road of light. Be thou, devoutly eremite, Free of thy fate. Choose tenderly A place for thine Academy. Let there be an holy wood Of embowered solitude By the still, the rainless river, Underneath the tangled roots Of majestic trees that quiver In the quiet airs: where shoots Of the kindly grass are green, Moss and ferns asleep between, ror