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The collected poems of Arthur Edward Waite

in two volumes ... With a Portrait

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XXIII
THE MINGLING OF WINE AND WATER

From the circumference to the centre may be far, but the way is direct to the end. The union of elements is in motion, and therefore man goes on.

Thou Only

Eternal Priest of Mysteries Divine,
When Thou hast purified our human part
And quicken'd that which lieth cold and dead,
Place on Thine Altar—like this mystic bread—
Our hearts, to Thy most healthful service given;
And pour Thy spirit, as supernal wine,
On the inconstant waters of our soul!
Make us partakers of Thy substance thus
And in such mode shalt Thou partake of us,
Our heart united to Thy sacred heart;
And by Thy saving virtue so made whole,
Our life shall ever be withdrawn in Thine,
Thy life make heaven in us, O Lord of Heaven!

Watchman, what of the end?