Now is it time for me to haste away
From his environment, for whensoe’er
His sight can think me as I really am,
He will commence to fashion in his thought
Part of the power which slowly killeth me.
(Ahriman disappears.)
Benedictus:
Now only do I see ’tis Ahriman,
Who flees himself, but fashions out of thought
A knowledge of his being in myself.