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14 I see the site of the
old empire of Assyria, and that
of Persia,
and that of India;
I see the falling of the Ganges over the high rim of Saukara.
15 I see the place of the idea of the Deity incarnated by avatars in human forms;
I see the spots of the successions of priests on the earth — oracles, sacrificers, brahmins, sabians, lamas, monks, muftis, exhorters;
I see where druids walked the groves of Mona — I see
the mistletoe
and vervain;
I see the temples of the deaths of the bodies of Gods — I see the old signifiers.
16 I see Christ once more eating the bread of his last supper, in the midst of youths and old persons;
I see where the strong divine young man, the Hercu- les, toil'd faithfully and long, and then died;
I see the place of the innocent rich life and hapless fate of the beautiful nocturnal son, the full- limb'd Bacchus;
I see Kneph, blooming, drest in blue, with the crown of feathers on his head;
I see Hermes, unsuspected, dying, well-beloved, saying to the people, Do not weep for me,
This is not my true country, I have lived banish'd from my true country — I now go back there,
I return to the celestial sphere, where every one goes in his turn.
I see the falling of the Ganges over the high rim of Saukara.
15 I see the place of the idea of the Deity incarnated by avatars in human forms;
I see the spots of the successions of priests on the earth — oracles, sacrificers, brahmins, sabians, lamas, monks, muftis, exhorters;
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I see the temples of the deaths of the bodies of Gods — I see the old signifiers.
16 I see Christ once more eating the bread of his last supper, in the midst of youths and old persons;
I see where the strong divine young man, the Hercu- les, toil'd faithfully and long, and then died;
I see the place of the innocent rich life and hapless fate of the beautiful nocturnal son, the full- limb'd Bacchus;
I see Kneph, blooming, drest in blue, with the crown of feathers on his head;
I see Hermes, unsuspected, dying, well-beloved, saying to the people, Do not weep for me,
This is not my true country, I have lived banish'd from my true country — I now go back there,
I return to the celestial sphere, where every one goes in his turn.
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