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

“Secure from all the fears that chill,

In peace from them that rage and kill;

Receive, O Queen, the glad Oration

Even from a lost and pagan nation.” [via]

Consider also:

  1. “Thou hast given me favour! Yea! Yea! In utmost love and awe we pray; Devoted to Thy reverence Enkindle I time sweet incense.”
  2. “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.”
  3. “In darkness hides the glittering ore. Revealed thy Light, O mystic lore Given by GOD, lest I should err In dexter or in sinister.”
  4. “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!”
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