Like a rolling wave that begins with a murmur and rises to a mountain, their voices broke in unison upon the shores of the fire island:
“This is your Charter. Make it live,
And find here hidden within its page
The Deeper Meaning—
The right to join the Circle’s Sisterhood,
Your Hearts to beat in touch and tune with theirs;
The right to kindle at their Flaming Fire
Your own, and see within its Glow
The Spirit-Flame of Work, Love-ordered....”
Higher soared the crest of the Council Fire, illumining many a fair young face, unlocking with its key of flame the circle of individual hearts until, awed, it penetrated even to that hidden Light of Life in which all were one, while there broke upon the illumination like a holy challenge the crowning right for which the Camp Fire stands: