"Troubled one

Tow headed and tender browed

Why do you sing,

Oh, tell me why

Do you wail:

'Let us die, let us die, LET US DIE!'

To a blazing

SON

That is not apathetic?

It is the Goddess that hears you

That waits with

Open arms

For her children to return in

Joy

'The Circle will suffice.'

Speak, Little One, you

Novice

Of the Arts;

'Goddess, protect me!'

Wear your pentagram as Christians

Wear their

Cross.

Be not afraid

Of Hell's fires

Seek not the pearly Gates of Heaven---

---Faith Inward!

Trust in that which you

Feel;

The Guiding Hand

Shadows from the Book

Embrace your true soul with

Three times three,

Here I say

'So Mote It Be'."

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