'This is the hour in which he dedicates Himself to serve the ancient holy laws Of sacred wisdom;--in a dream perchance I may in spirit linger at his side.' Thus near the temple spake in ancient times The woman whom my spirit-vision sees; By thoughts of her I feel my strength increased. What is this picture's purpose? Why doth it Hold my attention spellbound? Certainly No sympathy from out the picture's self Accounts for this, for, should I see the scene In earthly life, I should consider it Of no importance. What saith it to me? (As if from afar the voice of 'the other Philia.') THE OTHER PHILIA: The magical web That forms their own self. JOHANNES: And clairvoyant dreams Make clear unto souls The magical web That forms their own self. (While Johannes is speaking these lines 'the other Philia' approaches him.) JOHANNES: Who art thou, magic spirit-counsellor? True counsel didst thou bring unto my soul But didst deceive me over thine own self. THE OTHER PHILIA: Johannes, thine own being's double form From thyself didst thou fashion. As a shade Must I roam round thee for so long a time As thou thyself shalt not set free the shade Whom thine offence doth lend a magic life. JOHANNES: This is the third time that thou speakest thus; I will obey thee. Point me out the way! THE OTHER PHILIA: Johannes, whilst thou liv'st in spirit-light, Seek what is treasured up within thy Self. From its own light it will shed light on thee. Thus canst thou learn by looking in thyself How to wipe out thy fault in later lives. JOHANNES: How shall I, while I live in spirit-light, Seek what is treasured up within my Self? THE OTHER PHILIA: Give me that which thou thinkest that thou art; Lose thou thyself in me a little while, Yet so that thou dost not another seem. JOHANNES: How can I give myself to thee before I have beheld thee as thou really art? THE OTHER PHILIA: I am within thee, member of thy soul; The force of love within thee is myself; The heart's hope, as it stirs within thy breast, The fruits of long-past lives upon this earth Laid up for thee and hid within thyself, Behold them now through me;--feel what I am, And through my power in thee behold thyself. Search out the pictured being, which thy sight, Without thy sympathy, did form for thee. (Exit.) JOHANNES: O spirit-counsellor, I can indeed Feel thee in me, yet I see thee no more. Where livest thou for me? (As if from afar the call of 'the other Philia.') THE OTHER PHILIA: The magical web That forms their own self. JOHANNES: 'The magical web That forms their own self.' O magical web, that forms mine own self, Show me the pictured being which my sight Without my sympathy did form for me.