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VISION OF THE EGYPTIAN PRIEST.
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And the lotus-flower out of the fountain was born,—
Its azure and silver were fair as the morn:
Thereon, softly cradled, lay Horus the Wise—
Avenger of Osiris, Child of the skies.
Its azure and silver were fair as the morn:
Thereon, softly cradled, lay Horus the Wise—
Avenger of Osiris, Child of the skies.
I looked to the East—there had risen a star;
I saw the fair gates of Amenthe unbar;
I beheld (yet I lived) through the veil of their shrine,
Demiurgos and Neith—One and ever Divine.
I saw the fair gates of Amenthe unbar;
I beheld (yet I lived) through the veil of their shrine,
Demiurgos and Neith—One and ever Divine.
Their love did constrain me—it drew me above,
Through the gates of Amenthe, drawn on by their love;
There, prostrate, adoring the Centre of Day,
I was numbered with gods—I was holy as they.
Through the gates of Amenthe, drawn on by their love;
There, prostrate, adoring the Centre of Day,
I was numbered with gods—I was holy as they.
