Why dost thou not thyself reveal to men The sources of this light of thine, which streams Forth from thy soul with such resplendent ray?

A fancy-monger and a man of dreams They call me, who are well-disposed to me: But others think of me as some dull fool Who, all untaught of them, doth follow out His own peculiar bent of foolishness.

Four Mystery Plays — Part 35

Thou show'st already how untaught thou art By the simplicity of this thy speech: Thou dost not know that men of science have Sufficient shrewdness to make just the same Objection to themselves as unto thee. And if they make it not they know well why.

Four Mystery Plays — Part 35

I know full well that they are shrewd enough To understand objections they have made, But not so shrewd as to believe in them.

Four Mystery Plays — Part 35

What must we do that we may forthwith give The powers of earth what they do need so much?

So long as on the earth men only heed Such men as these, who wish not to recall Their spirit's primal source, so long will starve The mineral forces buried in earth's depths.

I gather, brother Felix, from thy words, That thou dost think the time hath now expired When we did serve earth's purposes the best Through wisdom's light, ourselves unconsecrate-- When we showed forth from roots in our own life The living way of spirit and of love. In thee the spirits of the earth arose To give thee light without the lore of books: In me did love hold sway, the love that dwells And works within the life of men on earth. And now we wish to join our brethren here,-- Who, consecrate, within this temple serve,-- And bring forth fruitful work in human souls.

If ye unite your labour now with us, Then must the consecrated work succeed. The wisdom which I gave unto my son Will surely blossom forth in him as power.

If ye unite your labour now with us, Then must the thirst for sacrifice arise. And through the soul life of whoever seeks The spirit-path, will breathe the warmth of love.

If ye unite your labour now with us, Then must the fruits of spirit ripen fast. Deeds will spring up, which through the spirit's work Will blossom from your soul's discipleship.

If they unite their labour now with you What shall become of me? My deeds will prove Fruitless to those who would the spirit seek.

Then wilt thou change into thine other self: Since now thou hast accomplished all thy work.