THE GATE OF THE SANCTUARY. 
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“ THE TWO LOVES.” 
 
 
HAT is my soul ?  The shadow of my will. 
 What is my will ?  The sleeper’s sigh at waking. 
Osiris !  Orient godhead !  let me still 
 Rest in the dawn of knowledge, ever slaking 
My lips and throat where yon rose-glimmering hill, 
 The Mountain of the East, its lips is taking 
To Thy life-lips :  I hear Thy keen voice thrill ; 
 Arise and shine !  the clouds of earth are breaking ! 
 
The clouds are parted :  yes !  And there above 
 I bathe in ether and self-shining light ; 
My soul is filled with the eternal love ; 
 I am the brother of the Day and Night. 
I AM !  my spirit, and perhaps my mind ! 
But O my heart !  I left thy love behind ! 
 
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