THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING
OLYMPAS.
MARSYAS,
OLYMPAS.
MARSYAS.
OLYM PAS.
MARSYAS.
OLY M PAS.
MARSYAS.
Through the great vision.
All the light
Went out in an immortal night,
The world annihilated by
The opening of the Master's Eye.
How can I tell it?
Master, master]
A sense of some divine disaster
Abases me.
Indeed, the shrine
Is desolate of the divine]
But all the illusion gone, behold
The one that is
l
Royally rolled,
I hear strange music in the air
I
It is the angelic choir, aware
Of the great Ordeal dared and done
By one more Brother of the Sun
!
Master, the shriek of a great bird
Blends with the torrent of the thunder.
It is the echo of the word
That tore the universe asunder.
Master, thy stature spans the sky.
Verily; but it is not I.
The adept dissolves—pelle phantom form
Blown from the black mouth of the storm.
It is another that arisesl
The
result of this upon Frat
Ρ.
seems to have been
tremendous.
On the very next day the last sacrifice was made.