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Your hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced,
The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced,
In the starlight as we wove us in a web of silk and steel
Immemorial as the marble in the halls of Boabdil,
In the pleasuance of the roses with the fountains and the yews
Where the snowy Sierra soothed us with the breezes and the dews!
In the starlight as we trembled from a laugh to a caress,
And the God came warm upon us in our pagan allegresse.

Mother of Light, and the Gods! Mother of Music, awake!
Silence and speech are at odds; Heaven and Hell are at
stake.
By the Rose and the Cross I conjure; I constrain by the
Snake and the Sword;
I am he that is sworn to endure -Bring us the word of the
Lord!

In the Years of the Primal Course, in the dawn of terrestrial
birth,
Man mastered the mammoth and horse, and Man was the
Lord of the Earth.

He made him an hollow skin from the heart of an holy tree,
He compassed the earth therien, and Man was the Lord of
the Sea.

Lord visible and sensible of whom this earth is but a frozen spark turning about
thee with annual and diurnal motion, source of light, source of life, let thy perpetual radiance
hearten us to continual labour and enjoyment; so that as we are constant partakers of thy bounty
we may in our particular orbit give out light and life, sustenance and joy to them that revolve
about us without diminution of substance or effulgence for ever.
So mote it be.

Lord secret and most holy, source of life, source of love, source of liberty, be thou