THE IOLY OF HOLIES
i) — om)
Nature is one with my distress.
The flowers are dull, the stars
pale.
I am the Soul of Nothingness.
I cannot lift the golden veil.
O Mother Isis,! let thine cyes
Behold my grief, and sympathise !
are
I cannot round the perfect wheel,
Attain not to the fuller end.
In part I love, in part I feel,
IKnow, worship, will, and comprehend.
O Mother Nephthys,* fill me up
Thine own perfection’s deadly cup!
My aspiration quails within me ;
‘* My heart is fixed,” in vain I ery ;
The little loves and whispers win me :—
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** Eli, lama sabacthani !
1 Nature: the beginning.
2 Perfection: the end.
‘© Chomse,! moon-god, grant thy boon,
The silver pathway of the moon !
Beyond the Glory of the Dawn,
Beyond the Splendour of the Sun,
Thy secret Spirit is withdrawn,
The plumes of the Concealed One.
Amoun !7 upon the Cross I cry,
‘*T am Osiris, even I!”
O Thou! the All, the many-named,
The One in many manifest:
' Let not my spirit be ashamed,
But win to its eternal rest!
Thou Self from Nothing ! bring Thou me
Unto that Self which is in Thee !
AMEN.
1 See previous explaniations of moon-symbol-
ism),
2 The Supreme and Concealed One. Osiris,
justified by trial, purified through suffering,
/can at the moment of his crucifixion—which is
-also his equilibration—attain to him.
THE EPILOGUE IS SILENCE