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THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. 
Flames on my front the fiery star 
 About me and around. 
Pillared, the sacred sun, afar, 
 Six symphonies of sound ; 
Flames, as the Gods themselves that are ; 
 Flames, in the abyss profound. 
 
The spread arms drop like thunder !  So 
 Rings out the lordlier cry, 
Vibrating through the streams that flow 
 In ether to the sky, 
The moving archipelago, 
 Stars in their seigneury. 
 
Thine be the kingdom !  Thine the power ! 
 The glory triply thine ! 
Thine, through Eternity’s swift hour, 
 Eternity, thy shrine— 
Yea, by the holy lotus-flower, 
 Even mine !