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THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. 
The oil that flows from that supernal star, 
 And holy fountains of the Influence. 
Bring peace, and strength, and quicken in my heart 
Mastery of night-fear and the day-flung dart. 
 
Yea !  from the limit of the fallen day, 
 And barren ocean of ungathered Time, 
Bring Night, and bring Eternity, and stay 
With white wings pointing where tired feet may 
climb : 
Even the pathway where shed blood ran deep 
To build red roses in the land of Sleep. 
 
O guardian of the pallid hours of night ! 
 O tireless watcher of the smitten noon ! 
O sworded with the majesty of light, 
 O girded with the glory of the moon ! 
Angel of absolute splendour !  Link of mine 
Old weary spirit with the All-Divine ! 
 
Ship that shalt carry me by many winds 
 Driven on the limitless ocean !  Mighty sword, 
By which I force that barrier of the mind’s 
 Miscomprehension of its own true lord ! 
Listen, and answer, and behold my brow 
Fiery with hope !  Bend down, and touch it now ! 
 
Press the twin dawn of thy desirous lips 
 In the swart masses of my hair ;  bend close,