Let not this Cup of Life contain that Bitter Drug, Remorse by name, nor to Brother nor to Friend let us cause a burning tear; Since these tears again give back SALT FOR SALT AND SMART FOR SMART. Never let thy salt tears fall on this clay to bring forth more. Drink not then from this Cup of Pain, for here is the secret of the Potter and his wheel-- Life is the clay with which the Soul doth spin, the Potter is the will by which the wheel is turned. The Pot so called the Mind, which doth the thoughts contain, Experience is Life's Wheel which ACTION TURNS! Do Good, it recompenses with PEACE and BLISS, the EVILS here performed with PAIN and DEATH. Thus do we learn of the unwinding of life's entangled skeins, of FEAR, of HATE and of all THINGS UNLOVABLE. 47 Yet there's another WINE which fresh from Life's vintage into the CUP OF IMMORTALITY is drawn. [27]It is in color RUBY RED, resurrected from the DEAD. Drink ye! Drink ye! of this wine, the product of the VINE OF VINES. They who from this CUP do DRINK with ETERNAL BLISS do meet. Born of the perfumes of the flowers, watered by these tears of ours, nourished by the stress of life, OUR CROWN OF THORNS THE CROWN OF GLORY WINS. [27] The grapes must pass through the press to give up the wine; so must we through our earthly experience give up the material before we can accept the spiritual. 48 So when Death's Angel doth us call, instead of pains its joys we know. The FEARS AND STINGS OF DEATH WERE MADE BY EARTHLY PRIESTS BUT NOT THE POTTER'S GENTLE HANDS. This dark wine quaff and the cup to earth return, for you that stream have crossed and the further shore attained. There's where thy soul its heavenly garb assumes, of which this dust of earth is too gross its frame to build. 49 This life is but the Pathway that unto FREEDOM LEADS, from pains and greivous sorrows, to where the soul is free. To roam to worlds and spheres sublime and gather there from off the vines those ripened grapes for wine. From limits then it's freed and towards its sun it soars, and there in BLISS SUPREME THAT SOUL IN GOD IS MERGED. 50 Thus the body is a tent wherein the soul a day or so must dwell, when Death again that life relieves, And that freed soul above must speed to some new realm of thought unknown to it. Would that all this simple truth did know, there would be then no fear of that after life to come. 51 Here then we learn that Law of Fate, as into this world we're born from different planes of life. And here we all must tarry till this Earthly Life has run, when turning down this earthen cup, The fluid of the soul is poured into a vase of finer ware. Countless thousands have come and gone through these SILENT GATES OF FATE, Which but open once for birth, then close till death, as ripples follow ripples on a wind swept lake. 52