It is not
without meaning that all the faiths of the world have dawned in
those sunrise skies. Yet it is within reach of all and asks only
recognition, for the universe has been the mine of its jewels-
"Median gold it holds, and silver from Atropatene, Ruby and
emerald from Hindustan, and Bactrian agate, Bright with beryl
and pearl, sardonyx and sapphire."-
-and more that cannot be uttered - the Lights and Perfections.
So for all seekers I pray this prayer - beautiful in its sonorous
Latin, but noble in all the tongues;
"Supplico tibi, Pater et Dux - I pray Thee, Guide of our vision,
that we may remember the nobleness with which Thou hast endowed
us, and that Thou wouldest be always on our right and on our left
in the motion of our wills, that we may be purged from the
contagion of the body and the affections of the brute and
overcome and rule them. And I pray also that Thou wouldest drive
away the blinding darkness from the eyes of our souls that we may
know well what is to be held for divine and what for mortal."
"The nobleness with which Thou hast endowed us-" this, and not
the cry of the miserable sinner whose very repentance is no
virtue but the consequence of failure and weakness is the strong
music to which we must march.
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