THE RITE OF MARS
Το defy Power, which seems Omnipotent;
To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates
From its own wreck the thing it contemplates;
Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent;
This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be
Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free;
This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory!
[SCORPIOþ/ays in awordame *
BRO. ARIES. Hail to Thee that sailest heavenwardsl
Hail to Thee in whose eye is a Flame of Fire!
Hail, Lord of the Destroying Army!
MARS. Hail, brethren.
BRO. ARIES. Hail unto Thee, that hast fought at the Side
of our Lord in the great Battle
!}
Hail unto Thee, our Lady of Tumult
!
Terrible and beautiful wast thou in the midst of the
battle, upon thy chariot!
Hail unto Thee, as unto thy Lord!
50R. SCORPIO. Hail, brethren
!
BRO. ARIES. Let us rejoice in our victory!
[He lead: PROBATIONERS in ihe [?!ושחש/שdame which
become: slow and wolupluomj
.
[A þama,
BRO. ARIES [to seal hi5 triumph].
1-4444.
BRO. CAPRICORNUS [wil/mul].
4444—1.
[BRO. ARIES extingui;/tes all lights,
[SCORPIOplays !07/8 þoemfr
[MARS recites:
Who is this maiden robéd for a bride,
White shoulders and bright brows adorable,
The flaming locks that clothe her, and abide,
As God were bathing in the fire of Hell?
* Polonaise: Vieuxtemps.
1” Romance: Franz Ries.
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