Thou, centre and secret of the Sun, 
Thou, hidden spring of ail things known 
And unknown, Thou aloof, alone, 
Thou, the true fire within the reed 
Brooding and breeding, source and seed 
Of life, love, liberty and light, 
Thou beyond speech and beyond sight, 
Thee I invoke, my faint fresh fire 
Kindling as mine intents aspire. 
Thee I invoke, abiding one, 
Thee, centre and secret of the Sun, 
And that most holy mystery 
Of which the vehicle am I. 
Appear, most awful and most mild, 
As it is lawful, in thy child! 
The CHORUS: For of the Father and the Son 
The Holy Spirit is the norm; 
Male-female, quintessential, one, 
Man-being veiled in woman-form. 
Glory and worship in the highest, 
Thou Dove, mankind that deifiest, 
Being that race, most royally run, 
To spring sunshine through winter storm. 
Glory and worship be to Thee, 
Sap of the world-ash, wonder-tree! 
FIRST SEMICHORUS: MEN. Glory to thee from Gilded 
Tomb. 
SECOND SEMICHORUS: WOMEN. Glory to thee from 
Waiting Womb. 
MEN. Glory to Thee from earth unploughed! 
WOMEN. Glory to thee from virgin vowed! 
MEN. Glory to thee, true Unity 
Of the Eternal Trinity! 
WOMEN. Glory to thee, thou sire and dam 
And Self of I am that I am! 
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