THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING
Slaying even God, should He distract
Thy attention from the chosen act!
Last, all these things in one o’erpowered,
Time that the midnight blossom flowered!
The oneness is. Yet even in this,
My son, thou shalt not do amiss
If thou restrain the expression, shoot
Thy glance to rapture’s darkling root,
Discarding name, form, sight, and stress
Even of this high consciousness ;
Pierce to the heart! I leave thee here:
Thou art the master. I revere
Thy radiance that rolls afar,
O Brother of the Silver Star!
Yet, immediately following this, comes the Method of
Invocation of the Holy Guardian Angel, and an account of
the attainment of that knowledge.
marsyaS. I teach the royal road of light.
Be thou, devoutly eremite,
Free of thy fate. Choose tenderly
A place for thine Academy.
Let there be an holy wood
Of embowered solitude
By the still, the rainless river,
Underneath the tangled roots
Of majestic trees that quiver
In the quiet airs: where shoots
Of the kindly grass are green,
Moss and ferns asleep between,
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