Each month a thousand new thoughts bring but of the thoughts of yesterday which brought the [9]Summer Bearing Rose to view,
On which the King of Splendor sits and rules, all reverence be.
Oh, thou of pristine purity, master and dread judge of all that breathes, who art the light within the light, and who of no distinctions knows.
[9] The Rose is here used as an interrogation point, meaning to ask the question, where springs forth the spirit of regeneration wherewith a man from evil is reclaimed?
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Rest well content; what matters it to you, whether the dead do live? The quick do surely die.
Let argument and praise thunder as they may, and though the loud voice of orthodoxy bid you to the feast of dread, fear and arrogance, take thou no heed.
All life and death are but transcending states, all is life and all is death to those who know where death is dead.
[10]Thus learn of sleep its opposite awake, from sorrow learn of joy, for between these parallels doth that stream most surely flow,