THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING
YESOD
Hail, thou full moon, O flame of amethyst|
Stupendous mountain on whose shoulders rest
The Eight Above. More stable is my crest
Than thine—and nowI pierce thee, veil of mist!
Even as an arrow from the war-bow springs
I leap—my life is set with loftier things.
I match, &c.
Samecu (and the crossing of the Path of Pe)
Now swift, thou azure shaft of fading fire,
Pierce through the rainbow! Swift, O swift! how streams
The world by! Let Sandalphon and his quire
Of Angels ward me!
Ho! what planet beams
This angry ray? Thy swords, thy shields, thy spears!
Thy chariots and thy horsemen, Lord! Showered spheres
Of meteors war and blaze; but I am I,
Horus himself, the Torrent of the sky
Aflame—I sweep the stormy seas of air
Towards that great globe that hangs so golden fair.
I match, &c.
TIPHERETH
Hail, hail, thou sun of harmony,
Of beauty and of ecstasy!
Thou radiance brilliant and bold!
Thou ruby rose, thou cross of gold!
Hail, centre of the cosmic plan!
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