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

“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.” [via]

Consider also:

  1. “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!”
  2. “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.”
  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. “Thou hast given me favour! Yea! Yea! In utmost love and awe we pray; Devoted to Thy reverence Enkindle I time sweet incense.”
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