““Into darkness will I fade, Into a night that Man has made, But through that gloom shall gleam the sun When I am lost, and again am won. Release! Release! I call to thee In new lands across the sea: Let, another on narrow pathways, come to me. Furthest and Highest, yet not beyond reach. Choose thou well a path that will teach How the sunken is raised and emptiness is filled and a wandering heart can finally be stilled. Seek the great stone! Mark it well,with a sign. That the one who shall follow Shall see it is mine, and seeing, shall ponder and certainly know As the Ancients have writ: "As above, so below." And I shall guard the Source of Greatness; Waiting by a teardrop From neither joy nor sorrow born, In silver bound, beneath the ground, I am the spiral horn.””
