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AMBERGRIS 
Hail !  Hermes !  thou the wands of ill 
Hast touched with strength, and they are shivered ! 
The way is open unto will ! 
The pregnant Goddess is delivered ! 
 
Happy, yea, happy !  happy is he 
That hath looked forth upon the Bier 
That goeth to the House of Rest ! 
His heart is lit with melody ; 
Peace in his house is master of fear ; 
His holy Name is in the West 
When the sun sinks, the royal rays 
Of moonrise flash across the day’s ! 
 
I have risen !  I have risen !  as a mighty hawk of gold ! 
From the golden egg I gather, and my wings the world 
enfold. 
I alight in mighty splendour from the thron’d boats of 
light ; 
Companies of Spirits follow me ;  adore the Lords of 
Night. 
Yea, with gladness did they pæan, bowing low be-fore 
my car, 
In my ears their homage echoed from the sunrise to 
the star. 
I have risen !  I am gathered as a lovely hawk of gold, 
I the first-born of the Mother in her ecstasy of old. 
Lo!  I am come to face the dweller in the sacred snake 
of Khem ; 
Come to face the Babe and Lion, come to measure 
force with them ! 
Ah !  these locks flow down, a river, as the earth’s be-
fore the Sun, 
As the earth’s before the sunset, and the God and I are 
One. 
I who entered in a Fool, gain the God by clean endeav-
our ; 
I am shaped as men and women, fair for ever and for 
ever.