This soul hath not been able hitherto
To recognize itself in spirit-light
That through sense-revelation is outpoured,
To show the meaning of all earthly growth.
It saw God's spirit stripped of nature's guise,
And Nature's self estranged from deity.
And so through many lives it had to pass
And stay a stranger to the sense of life;
It could but find alone such carnal tenements
To carry out its individual work
As barred it from the cosmos and from man.
Now in the temple it will earn the power
To recognize strange Being as its own,
And so be able to attain the force
That leads out from the labyrinths of thought
And points the way unto the springs of life.
BENEDICTUS:
Another man strives to the temple's light;
Though not at once will he approach its doors
And seek for entrance to this hallowed spot.
Throughout a life of studious research
He planted germs of thought in his soul-depths.
And so perforce the spirit-light went forth
To ripen them outside our temple's doors.
'Twas given him to know his present life
To be the product of a former one
Lived in a time that now hath long gone by.
Now he can see the errors of that life
And realize what their result will be,
But lacketh power, those duties to fulfil,
Which through self-knowledge he can recognize.
ROMANUS:
Capesius shall, through the temple's power,
Learn how a man must, in a single life,
Take up a load of duties which demand
For their entire accomplishment the space
Of many lives of earthly pilgrimage.
So casting fear aside he will admit
That ancient errors with their consequence
Pursue the soul e'en past the gate of death.
Nor shall he then be vanquished in the fight
By which the spirit-portals are flung wide
If eye to eye, undaunted, he shall brave
The Guardian of the Threshold of that realm.
To him shall by that guardian be revealed
That none may climb up to the heights of life
Who fears to look on destiny's decrees.
His insight will admit with courage then
That of self-knowledge suffering is the fruit
For which she knows no words of comforting.
Will shall become his comrade on the way
Which faceth boldly all that may befall,
And, heartened by a draught from hope's clear spring,
Endures the pain of widening consciousness.
BENEDICTUS:
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