THE HOLY OF HOLIES. 
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THE CHANT TO BE SAID OR SUNG 
UNTO OUR LADY ISIS. 
 
 
OLL through the caverns of matter, the world’s 
 
irremovable bounds ! 
Roll, ye wild billows of ether !  the Sistron is shaken 
and sounds ! 
Wild and sonorous the clamour, vast in the region of 
death, 
Live with the Fire of the Spirit, the essence and flame 
of the breath ! 
Sound, O sound ! 
 
Gleam in the world of the dark, where the chained ones 
shall tremble and flee ! 
Gleam in the skies of the dusk, for the Light of the 
Dawn is in me ! 
Light on the forehead, and life in the nostrils, and love 
in the breast, 
Shine, O thou Star of the Dawning, thou Sun of the 
Radiant Crest ! 
Shine, O shine ! 
 
Flame through the sky in the strength of the chariot-
wheels of the Sun ! 
  R