“_And the Wind of the North scatters the Waters of the East, purifying those on whom the drops shall fall._” Now he again returned to his place, and the figure to his left came forward. From a bag of purple stuff he drew forth grain, threw it on the pillar where it was caught by the fire, and flame sprung up. Once more Menippus came forward. Here he took grain from the hands of the figure who held the bag, carried it to the figure bearing the censer, threw grain on the censer. “_And the Wind of the North shall carry the offering of the West, that it be purified by the Fires of the South._” All four now returning to their former places, again the wailing chant rang through the Temple with ever increasing insistence. The vibratory strength of the ascending and descending cry brought back to Peregrine’s mind somewhat of the Sage’s teaching. He perceived in it new meaning, felt, in a measure, the vibrations correspond with other subtle vibrations in the atmosphere around him. Together they formed a strange harmony. Now he saw Menippus stand with arms again outstretched, saw the figures South, West, and East, scatter burning charcoal, grain, and water upon the ground, found his brain again recording words, even though they were not heard in actual sense by his ears. “_Thus purified upon the altar, further purified by the breath of the Wind from the North, we return these gifts to the Earth, in the Name of the Great Lord Adonay, Creator of the Universe, Lord of the World, Ruler of all Creation, of the Elements, of things animate and inanimate. Adonay! Adonay! Adonay!_” Now they moved in measured tread around the pillar, chanting as they went. Nine times they circled it, coming at length to a stand in their former position. The chanting now held a tone of praise rather than of invocation. Words after this fashion came to his mind: “_Light of the Sleeping World, Globe suspended in Boundless Space, Watcher of the Silence, We worship Thee._ “_In the ninth month of Thy Reign, In the time of Plenteousness, In the time of Harvest, We worship Thee._ “_Looking upon the Fruitful Earth, Looking upon the Bounteous Plenitude, Looking upon the Gifts of Nature, We worship Thee._ “_Thy light is falling on the Ripened Harvest, Thy light is falling on the Whitened Cornfields, Thy light is falling on the Purple Vineyards. We worship Thee._ “_For the white Oil of Gladness, For the golden Corn of Strength, For the red Wine of Sweetness, We worship Thee._ “_O Golden Sphere, We worship Thee. O Queen of Night, We worship Thee._”