The souls of all my pupils have received The spirit-light, each in that special form Which was appointed for him by his fate. What they have now achieved each for himself Each now must render fruitful for mankind. But this can only happen, if their powers According unto number's rhythmic law Desire to join within the holy place To form the higher unity, which first Can waken to true life what otherwise Could only stay in solitary state. They stand upon the threshold of the shrine, Whose souls must first unite, and then shall sound In unison according to the rules Imprinted in the cosmic book of fate. That what it could not bring to pass itself The spirit harmony may thus achieve. 'Twill bring fresh inspiration to the old Which here hath nobly reigned since time was not. To you, ye brethren, I these pupils bring Who found their way here through the spirit-worlds And through the strictest proving of their souls. The holy customs will they treat with awe. And treasure ancient sacred mystic ways Which here are seen as powers of spirit-light. Ye too, who have fulfilled in truest wise Your lofty spirit-service for so long, Henceforth will be entrusted with new tasks. The cosmic plan doth call the sons of men But for a time unto the sacred shrine, And when in service they exhaust their strength It guideth them to other fields of work. Even this temple had to stand its trial; And one man's error had to guard it once, The guardian of the light--from darkness deep, One cosmic hour big with the fate of worlds. Thomasius perceived through inward light Which rules unconscious in the souls of men, That o'er its threshold he must not pursue His way unto the holy mystic shrine Ere he had crossed that other threshold o'er, Of which this only is the outward sign. So of himself he shut the door again Which you would fain have opened wide in love. He will now as another come again Worthy of your initiation's gift. HILARY: Our souls here humbly offer sacrifice Unto the spirit by whose power alone The inner soul of man is fructified. And we would strive that our own wills may be A revelation of the spirit-will. By cosmic wisdom is the temple led Which unconfused doth guide to future times. Thou showest us directions which thyself Hast read within the cosmic book of fate, What time thy pupils passed their proof severe. So lead them now within our sacred shrine, That they may join their work unto our own.