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1904 · PDF PAGE 67

Why Jesus Wept

…s month of joy. I am a foolish boy ; Did not the golden starred Ambassador Come like a father to me and implore I would look straight on truth ? “ This is no love-sick youth ! ” He cried, “ She is nigh sixty years of age ; Her lovers are a mangled multitude ; You are one duckling of an infinite brood This vixen hath up-gobbled ! ” Am I mage ? Ay, for I grant the aged diplomat His truth — the truth for him ! To me she is The rosy incarnation of a kiss, The royal rapture of a young delight, The mazy music of virginity, Sun of the day, moon of the…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 5

Why Jesus Wept

WHY JESUS WEPT A STUDY OF SOCIETY AND OF THE GRACE OF GOD BY ALEISTER CROWLEY SECOND IMPRESSION SOCIETY FOR THE PROPAGATION OF RELIGIOUS TRUTH BOLESKINE FOYERS INVERNESS 1904

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1904 · PDF PAGE 11

Why Jesus Wept

D E D IC AT IO M AJ O R My Friends, To you, Eastern of the Easterns, who have respectively given up all to find Truth ; you, Jinawaravansa, who esteemed the Yellow Robe more than your Princedom ; you, Achiha, by sticking manfully to your Work in the World, yet no more allowing it to touch your Purpose than waters may wet the lotus leaf (to take the oldest and best simile of your oldest and best poets), must I dedicate this strange drama ; for, like you, I would abandon all ; like you, I see clearly what is of value ; or, if not, at least what i…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 47

Why Jesus Wept

…me ! SIR PERCY. Dear lady, the joy to know, and so perfectly to express such love is enough. ANGELA. You mock me ! That girl — do you in truth love her ? She is most beautiful.

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1904 · PDF PAGE 75

Why Jesus Wept

…E. Take her away. Less light ! GLENSTRAE. Ha ! Ha ! SIR PERCY. I cannot see your humour, Glenstrae — forgive me so far ! And to tell the truth of it, I can do nothing and care to do less. GLENSTRAE. Come, Molly ! MOLLY. Must I, must I ? Oh, sir, have pity ! GLENSTRAE. A bargain’s a bargain — but there ! there ! — what are you growling at ? A thousand a year and a flat in Mayfair is better than farmer Tyson’s butter and eggs.

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1904 · PDF PAGE 84

Why Jesus Wept

…rpool Street ! Curtain. What follows is strictly by request in the interest of ‘ healthy optimism’. So far my pen has touched with vivid truth The constant story of the eternal struggle Of age and sense with flatulence and youth. Now — see the venal poet start to juggle ! Young ladies, you desire to see a comedy ! The poet’s master pen shall twist the river Of song into a simple to-and-from eddy. And you shall laugh where once you feared to shiver. So listen to the happy termination Of this apparently so sad relation ! Twill suit your rosy drea…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 72

Why Jesus Wept

…I am ill — you cast me away ! (Turns his face away.) Forgive me, I am very weak. ANGELA, goes to him and stands over him. You shall have truth, you blind little fool. I hate you. From the hour you kissed that village drab, I hated you. I wanted your youth, your strength, your life, your name on my list, your scalp at my girdle. Enough ! Do you under- stand ? These friends will teach you. May I never see your pale pasty face again ! [She spits at him and goes.) SIR PERCY, half rises and falls back. Oh ! oh ! It is impossible. Lord Marquis, you a…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 20

Why Jesus Wept

…“ Sir Percy ! ” he doth call To the young boy, and voweth service true. Whereat he started, spurning at the thrall ; But then the orphan truth he inward knew, And on the iron ground his sobbing body threw. It was a weary while before they raised him. Boy as he was, none dare disturb his grief. And for his grief was strong, they loved and praised him For son’s devotion to their dear dead chief. Long, long he wept, nor brought with tears relief. He knew the loss, the old head wise and grey Well to assoil him of his spirit’s grief, The twilight da…

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