So speaks the guardian of this temple’s words.
Feel in thyself the uplift of his words.
The Chief Hierophant:
My son, thou wilt on wisdom’s noble road
The mystic’s counsel carefully obey.
Thou canst not see the answer in thyself;
For error’s darkness still doth weigh thee down
And folly strives in thee for distant things.
Gaze therefore—on this flame which is more close
(The bright, quivering sacred flame flares up on the altar in the middle of the stage.)