 | Collected poems of Herman Melville |  |
THE NEW ROSICRUCIANS
To us, disciples of the Order
Whose rose-vine twines the Cross,
Who have drained the rose's chalice
Never heeding gain or loss;
For all the preacher's din
There is no mortal sin—
No, none to us but Malice!
Whose rose-vine twines the Cross,
Who have drained the rose's chalice
Never heeding gain or loss;
For all the preacher's din
There is no mortal sin—
No, none to us but Malice!
Exempt from that, in blest recline
We let life's billows toss;
If sorrow come, anew we twine
The Rose-Vine round the Cross.
We let life's billows toss;
If sorrow come, anew we twine
The Rose-Vine round the Cross.
| Collected poems of Herman Melville | |