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THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. 
 
 
 
 
THE ROSICRUCIAN. 
 
À SA MAJESTÉ JACQUES IV D’ÉCOSSE. 
 
 
 SEE the centuries wax and wane. 
 I know their mystery of pain, 
 The secrets of the living fire, 
The key of life :  I live :  I reign : 
 For I am master of desire. 
 
Silent, I pass amid the folk 
Caught in its mesh, slaves to its yoke. 
 Silent, unknown, I work and will 
Redemption, godhead’s master-stroke, 
 And breaking of the wands of ill. 
 
No man hath seen beneath my brows 
Eternity’s exultant house. 
 No man hath noted in my brain 
The knowledge of my mystic spouse. 
 I watch the centuries wax and wane. 
 
Poor, in the kingdom of strong gold, 
My power is swift and uncontrolled. 
 Simple, amid the maze of lies ; 
A child, among the cruel old, 
 I plot their stealthy destinies. 
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