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THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. 
The glory of the living day 
 Shall shine among the dead. 
Thy faith shall have a holier task, thy strength a 
goodlier stead.” 
 
Then I withdrew the light 
 Of mine own Godhead up, 
As stars that close with broken night 
 Their adamantine cup. 
I sought the solar airs :  my soul on its own tears 
might sup. 
 
For in the vast profound 
 Still burns the rescuing sign ; 
Beyond all sight and sense and sound 
 The symbol flames divine. 
For He shall make all life, all death, His solitary 
shrine.