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doth draw near the spirit of the world.

      His sight from sleep of sense thou hast set free;

      Love’s warmth will wake the spirit in his soul:

      His Self from carnal covering thou hast drawn;

      And love itself will crystallize his soul

      That it may be a mirror to reflect

      All that doth happen in the spirit-world.

      Love too will give him strength to feel himself

      A spirit, and will fashion thus his ear

      That it can hear and know the spirit-speech.

      Romanus (in the West):

      Nor are my words the revelation true

      Of mine own self. Through me the world-will speaks.

      And since thou hast thus raised unto the power

      To live in spirit-realms the man to thee

      Entrusted, now this power shall lead him forth

      Beyond the bounds of space and ends of time.

      To those realms shall he pass wherein do work

      Creative spirits, who shall there reveal

      Themselves to him; demanding from him deeds;

      And willingly will he perform their work.

      The purposes of Him who moulds the worlds

      Shall fill his soul with life; there too the earth’s

      Primeval sources shall enspirit him;

      World potencies shall there empower him;

      The mights of spheres shall there enlighten him,

      And rulers of the worlds fill him with fire.

      Retardus (in the North):

      From the foundation of the world ye have

      Been forced to suffer me within your midst.

      So must ye also to my words give ear

      In your deliberations here today.

      Some little time must surely yet elapse

      Before ye can fulfil and bring to pass

      What ye have set forth in such beauteous words.

      No sign as yet hath come to us from earth

      That she doth long for new initiates.

      So long as this spot, where we council hold,

      Hath not been trodden by the feet of those

      Who, uninitiate still, cannot set free

      Their spirit from realities of sense,

      So long the task is mine to check your zeal.

      First must they bring us message that the earth

      Doth seem in need of revelations new.

      For this cause hold I back your spirit-light

      Within this temple, lest it may bring harm

      Instead of health to souls that are not ripe.

      Out of myself I give to man on earth

      That faculty which lets the truths of sense

      Appear to him the highest, just so long

      As spirit wisdom would but blind his eyes.

      Nay more, e’en such belief may also lead

      Him nearer to the spirit, for the aims

      Formed by his will may yet be guided right

      Through his blind tastes and gropings in the dark.

      Romanus:

      From the foundation of the world we have

      Been forced to suffer thee within our midst.

      But now at length the time hath run its course

      That was allotted to such work as thine.

      The world-will in me feels that they approach—

      (Felix Balde appears in his earthly shape: the Other Maria as a soul-form from out of the rock.)

      —Who, uninitiated, can release

      The spirit from the outward show of sense.

      No more ’tis granted thee to check our steps.

      They near our temple of their own free will

      And bring to thee this message, that they wish

      To help our spirit labours, joined with us.

      They found themselves till now not yet prepared

      For union, since they clung to that belief

      That seership’s power with reason needs must part.

      Now have they learned whither mankind is led

      By reason, which, when severed from true sight,

      Doth err and wander in the depths of worlds.

      They now will speak to thee of fruits which needs

      Must ripen through thy power in human souls.

      Retardus:

      Ye, who unconsciously have forwarded

      My work till now, ye shall still further help—

      If ye will distant keep from all that doth

      Belong unto my realm and that alone.

      Then shall ye surely find a place reserved

      For you to work as hitherto ye worked.

      Felix Balde:

      A power, which speaks from very depths of earth

      Unto my spirit, hath commanded me

      To come unto this consecrated place;

      Since it desires to speak to you through me

      Of all its bitter sorrow and its need.

      Benedictus:

      My friend, then tell us now how thou hast learned

      The woe of world-depths in thine own soul’s core.

      Felix Balde:

      The light that shines in men as learning’s fruit

      Must needs give nourishment to all the powers

      Which serve world-cycles in the earth’s dark depths.

      Already now a long time have they starved

      Well-nigh entirely reft of sustenance.

      For that which grows today in human brains

      Doth only serve the surface of the earth,

      And doth not penetrate unto its depths.

      Some strange new superstition now doth haunt

      These clever human heads: they turn their gaze

      Unto primeval origins of earth

      And will but spectres see in spirit spheres,

      Thought out by vain illusion of the sense.

      A merchant surely would consider mad

      A purchaser, who would speak thus to him:

      ‘The mists and fog, that hover in the vale,

      Can

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