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MANSOUL
In Mizraims river-lands, thy People dwell,
Secure. O'er all, the Right and Just prevail.
The harvests óf their fields more plenteous are,
Than ever ere.
But as for us, descended;
Yét living flesh, to Pit of Worlds Great Death:
We Seekers are; if so were, might we more

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Souls understanding have, of long nightmare
Of doubt; which hitherto holds suspent mens hearts:
How erst was Aught; and óf the Divine Power.
This we óf thee require; Pronounce to us,
Those words of Life, which entering once a year
With fasting lips, Ons adyt; Pharaohs Seer
Recited; touching Riddle of the Universe.

Priest.
Unborn Eternity! Souls! in your fond quest;
Is oft-while Time grown old upon Worlds Earth:
But ye be alway children, which it seek.
Shall boast itself, the water of a croc;
Gainst mighty eternal Nilus, divine flood;
Which fills sea-Deep, and waters wide the Earth.
Twixt Man and heavenly knowledge, lies vast Gulf,
Mind cannot overferry: nór which pass,
May even the lesser Gods.
Who walketh in Truth,
And giveth almes; for the only recompense
Which cometh of Heaven: hím will Osiris save;
When tó his Hall of Judgment, he arrives.

Mansoul.
Is such your wisdom?

Priest.
More than this is vain.