I await the wakening of soul, The opening to a higher light Beauty and Truth my spirit's goal And bliss to conquer ignorant night.
How long shall man remain a slave To passion, and the vital bow, Who holds within the gifts They gave. Even our falsehoods They allow
Understanding the soul's release Slowly is faced in the steps of time. Their work Divine, They never cease Enabling man to make the climb
To the new world awaiting him, The brightened gods, the cherubim.
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