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THE. FATAL FORCE
Sacred, secret, let the length
East and west, the depth and height,
North and south, with music tingle,
Ring with battled clarion choirs of the far-resound-
ing light!
Let the might
Of Osirian sacrifice
Dwell upon the self-slain king!
Consecrate him, consecrate him, consecrate, ye
holy ones,
The imperial mind
Thrice, and thrice the higher soul,
Thrice the spirit, till the sun’s
Utter glory burn upon him, till the freed Osiris find
He is god above mankind,
Thrice united unto man,
As the living gold that ran
Molten to the fiery sea,
Mixed in its eternity.
Spirit of the Gods! Unite
Streams of sacramental light
In the soul, thrice purified,
Consecrated thrice,
Till Osiris justified
In the supreme sacrifice
Take his kingdom. Hear the cry
That the wailing vultures make,
Circling in the blackening sky
Over the abysmal lake.
Spirit, for our spirit’s sake