Epilogue from the Amphora, or Hail Mary in The Libri of Aleister Crowley

“But Thou will make us wholly fit

Unto Thy grace amid care of it,

Till all time Elixir do receive

[Amen] to heal the hurt of Eve.” [via]

Consider also:

  1. “In darkness hides the glittering ore. Revealed thy Light, O mystic lore Given by GOD, lest I should err In dexter or in sinister.”
  2. “Thou hast given me favour! Yea! Yea! In utmost love and awe we pray; Devoted to Thy reverence Enkindle I time sweet incense.”
  3. “Now Mary’ Virgin to my speech Married Her fire that all amid each At last should gather to the Tryst, Ripe suns arisen above the mist!”
  4. “TRANSCEND, O Mage, thy soul redeemed! Her mercy shone where sorrow steamed. Exalted in the skies of even Virtue hath cleared thy way to Heaven.”
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