The Soul of Osiris

THE HOLY OF HOLIES. 123 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