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WILLIAM SHARP.

Read these faint runes of Mystery, O Celt, at home and o’er the sea; The bond is loosed—the poor are free— The world’s great future rests with thee!

Till the soil—bid cities rise— Be strong, O Celt—be rich, be wise— But still, with those divine grave eyes, Respect the realm of Mysteries. The Book of Orm.

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ANCIENT ERSE

I am the wind which breathes upon the sea,

I am the wave of the ocean,

I am the murmur of the billows,

I am the ox of the seven combats,

I am the vulture upon the rocks,

I am a beam of the sun,

I am the fairest of plants,

I am a wild boar in valour,

I am a salmon in the water,

I am a lake in the plain,

I am a word of science,

I am the point of the lance of battle,

I am the God who creates in the head [i.e. of man] the fire [i.e. the thought].

Who is it who throws light into the meeting on the mountain?

Who announces the ages of the moon [If not I]?

Who teaches the place where couches the sun [If not I]?