THE RITE OF SOL
And the cry of millions “ Master!"
Looms the shadow of disaster.
Every hour a man hath said :
“That at least is scotched and dead.”
Some one circumstance: “ At last
That, and its effects, are past."
Some one terror—subtle foe!
”I have laid that spectre lawt"
They know not, learn not, cannot calculate
How subtly Fate
Weaves its fine mesh, perceiving how to wait ;
Or how accumulate
The trifies that shall make it master yet
Of the strong soul that bade itself forget.
[A ciim rea’ light a'a'wns.
BESZ enters, leading four PRo-
BATIONERS who hear the Pastas.
They ;71066 it before
the attat/.]
ARIES. What is this offering?
BESZ. The eater of Flesh is my name.
ARIES. Oh, our Lord, our Lord
I
Arise in thy might, and
let thine enemies be scattered!
[ARIES ana’ LEO draw vei/.
The throne has been east
down,
On Με black weil i: a great Ved cross, whereon
SOL has been crucified.
Before him stands SATAN-
TYPHON in the sign of Aþoþhis and TyþhonJ
[ARIES and LEOfall asif stain.
SCORPIo—APOPHlsþ/aysher
murder me!ooly.*]
[Meanwhile the
PROBATIONERS advance, ana' ana’er the
direction of Tyþhon, who stabs
SOL in the proper
manner with the shear of SOL, ta/ee down SOLfrom the
crossand lay him in the Pastas.
They 601/67it.
BESZ
does his orataia'emoniaca’anee upon the iirlofthe eojïn.
' Mort d'Adonis : Waddell.
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