It surely will unfold itself to thee; For with a lofty spirit dost thou strive And noble heart, and so the time must come When thou thyself shalt hear the voice of truth. Thou dost not mark how full of rich content Man, as the image of the cosmos, is. His head doth mirror heaven's very self, The spirits of the spheres work through his limbs, And in his breast earth-beings hold their sway. To all of these opposed, in all their might Appear the demons, natives of the Moon, Whose lot it is to cross those beings' aims. The human being who before us stands, The soul through which we learn to feel desire, The spirit who illuminates our path: All these, full many gods have worked to mould Throughout the ages of eternity; And this their purpose was: to join in one, Forces proceeding out of all the worlds Which should, in combination, make mankind.
Thy words come near to causing me alarm, For they regard mankind as nothing else Than product of divine activities.
And so a man who sets himself to learn True spirit science must be meek indeed. And he who, arrogant and vain, desires To gain nought else than knowledge of himself; For him the gates of wisdom open not.
Once more, no doubt, will Dame Felicia Come to mine aid, as she so oft hath done, And make a picture for my seeking soul, Which, being warmed thereat, may rightly grasp The real true meaning in thy words contained.
Dear Felix oft hath told me in the past The very words which now he spake to thee. They freed a vision in mine heart, which I Did promise, then and there, I must relate Some day to thee.
Oh do so, dearest dame; I sorely crave refreshment, such as thou, Out of thy picture-storehouse canst provide.