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INVOCATION 
 
That even the secret pillar in the midst 
May be made manifest to mortal eyes. 
Behold upon my right hand and my left 
The mighty pillars of amazing fire, 
And  terrible  cloud.   Their  tops  in  Heaven  are 
veiled, 
Whereon the everlasting lamps rejoice. 
Their pedestals upon the Universe 
Are set in rolling clouds, in thunder-gusts, 
In vivid flame, and tempest : but to me, 
Balanced between them, burns the holy light 
Veilless, one liquid wheel of sacred fire, 
Whirling immutably within itself 
And formulating in the splendid sun 
Of its white moony radiance, in the light 
Of its immaculate eternity, 
Thy glorious vision !  O thou Starlight face, 
And crownèd diamond of my self and soul, 
Thou Queenly Angel of my Higher Will, 
Form in my spirit a more subtle fire 
Of God, that I may comprehend the more 
The sacred purity of thy divine 
Essence !  O Queen, O Goddess of my life, 
Light unbegotten, Scintillating spark 
Of the All-Self !  O holy, holy Spouse 
Of my most godlike thought, come forth !  I say, 
And manifest unto thy worshipper 
In more candescent fulgours !  Let the air 
Ring with the passion of my holy cry 
Unto the Highest.  For persistent will