CALL OF THE SLYPHS 
 
BEHOLD, I am ; a circle on whose hands 
The twelvefold Kingdom of my Godhead stands. 
Six are the mighty seats of living breath, 
The rest sharp sickles, or the horns of death, 
Which are, and are not, save in mine own power. 
Sleep they ?  They rise at mine appointed hour. 
I made ye stewards in the primal day, 
And set your thrones in my celestial way. 
I gave ye power above the moving time 
That all your vessels to my crown might climb. 
From all the corners of your fortress caves 
Ye might invoke me, and your wise conclaves 
Should pour the fires of increase, life and birth, 
Continual dewfall to the thirsty earth. 
Thus are ye made of Justice and of Truth, 
The Souls of Fury, and the Lords of Ruth. 
In His great Name, your God’s, I say, arise ! 
Behold !  His mercies murmur in the skies. 
His Name is mighty in us to the end. 
In Him we cry :  Move, answer, and descend ! 
Apply yourselves to us ; arise !  For why ? 
We are the Wisdom of Your God most High ! 
 
This Fragment is a paraphrase of one of the elemental 
invocations given in Dr Dee’s famous record of magical 
working. 
 
 
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