The Holy Books

50. Blue am I and gold in the light of my bride: but the red gleam is in my eyes; and my spangles are purple and green. 51. Purple beyond purple: it is the light higher than eyesight. 52. There is a veil: that veil is black. It is the veil of the modest woman; it is the veil of sorrow, and the pall of death: this is none of me. Tear down that lying spectre of the centuries: veil not your vices in virtuous words: these vices are my services; ye do well, and I will reward you here and hereafter. 53. Fear not, O prophet, when these words are said, thou shalt not be sorry. Thou art emphatically my chosen; and blesse'd are the eyes that thou shalt look upon with gladness. But I will hide thee in a mask of sorrow: they that see thee shall fear thou art fallen: but I lift thee up. 54. Now shall they who cry aloud the folly that thou meanest nought avail; thou shalt reveal it: thou availest; they are the slaves of because: they are not of me. The stops as thou wilt; the letters? change them not in style or value ! 55. Thou shalt obtain the order and value I9