Collected Works (Vol. II)

22 I am the Godhead manifest in flesh. I stand above, among the Holy Ones. I am all-purified through suffering, All-perfect in the mystic sacrifice, And in the knowledge of my Selfhood made One with the Everlasting Lords of Life. The Glorified through Trial is My Name. The Rescuer of Matter is My Name. I am the Heart of Jesus girt about With the Swift Serpent! I, Osirified, Stand in this Hall of Twofold Truth and say : Holy art Thou, Lord of the Universe! Holy art Thou, whom Nature hathnot formed! Holy art Thou, O Vast and Mighty One! O Lord of Darkness and O Lord of Light! Holy art Thou, O Light above all Gods! O Holy, Holy, Holy, Holy King Ineffable, O Consciousness Divine In whose white Presence, even I, a god, A god of gods, prostrate myself and say : I am the spark of Thine abundant flame. I am the flower, and Thou the splendid Sun Wherefrom my Life is drawn! Thee, For Holy, Holy, Holy, is Thy Name! Holy art Thou, O Universal Lord | Holy art Thou, whom Nature hath not formed! Holy art Thou, the Vast and Mighty One! O Lord of Darkness and O Lord of Light ! All hail to I see the Darkness fall as lightning falls ! I watch the Ages like a torrent roll Past Me: and as a garment I shake off The clinging skirts of Time. My place is fixed In the abyss beyond all Stars and Suns. I AM, the Resurrection and the Life ! Holy art Thou, Lord of the Universe ! Holy art Thou, whom Nature hath not formed ! Holy art Thou, the Vast and Mighty One! O Lord of Darkness and O Lord of Light ! ORACLES HYMN TO APOLLO. Written in the Temple of Apollo. Gop of the golden face and fiery forehead ! Lord of the Lion’s house of strength, exalted In the Ram’s horns! O ruler of the vaulted Heavenly hollow ! Send out thy rays majestic, and the torrid Light of thy song! thy countenance most splendid Bend to the suppliant on his face extended ! Tlear me, Apollo ! Let thy fierce fingers sweep the lyre forgotten ! Recall the ancient glory of thy chanted Music that thrilled the hearts of men, and haunted Life to adore thee ! Cleanse thou our market-places misbegotten ! Fire in my heart and music to my pzan Lend, that my song bow, past the empyrean, Phoebus, before thee ! All the old worship in this land is broken ; Yet on my altar burns the ancient censer, Frankincense, saffron, galbanum, intenser ! Ornaments glisten. Robes of thy colour bindme for thy token. My voice is fuller in thine adoration. Thine image holds its god-appointed station. Lycian, listen ! My prayers more eloquent than olden chants Long since grown dumb on the soft forgetful airs— My lips are loud to herald thee: my prayers Keener to follow. I do aspire, as thy long sunbeam slants Upon my crown ; I do aspire to thee As no man yet—I am in ecstasy! Hear me, Apollo! My chant wakes elemental flakes of light Flashing along the sandal-footed? floor. All listening spirits answer and adore Thee, the amazing ! 1 Strewn with sandalwood (?)