And shall release themselves, and mounting up
Endue themselves with weight, that cosmic loads
May fall from off the spirit-slumberer
That his soul’s love of light may set him free.
Benedictus:
My comrades, I have hither summoned you
Who with me seek to find the spirit-light
That should flow streaming to the souls of men.
Ye know the nature of the sun of soul;
Oft doth it shine with fullest noontide glare,