Will shall become his comrade on the way
Which faceth boldly all that may befall,
And, heartened by a draught from hope’s clear spring,
Endures the pain of widening consciousness.
Benedictus:
Ye have, my brothers, at this present hour,—
True servants of the temple that ye are,—
Set forth the ways in Wisdom’s outlines drawn
By which these two who seek the spirit-truth
Shall have their souls brought to their goal by you.