long your soul, like mine, will fold its wings in presence of its majesty.
———"The Principles and First Elements, after performing one round of duty, return to the Fountain Head, become newly charged with portions of His essence, refilled with the Deific energy, and then go forth again to complete and finish what, under a less perfect form, they have before commenced; for all principles and elements are at bottom only one—but one which acts under a thousand different forms:—all science is based on Music, or Harmony; Harmony is but Geometry and Algebra—these are but Mathematics; this is but one branch of Celestial Mechanics, which in turn is only Number—but number in action;" said the august presence at my side, as he completed the magnificent lesson—a lesson so full, so pregnant with meaning, that my reader will not soon exhaust its treasures, even though he most persistently may 'Try.'
Still benignly gazing on me, Thotmor said: "What thinkest thou of Nature?"
Great God! that identical question a fourth time! How is it possible to answer it? I felt that, clear as my intellect now was, it would be sheerly impossible to proceed one single step further in definition, and was about to abandon the attempt, when a voice, sweeter than the dulcet melody of love, softer than the sounds to which dreaming infants listen, more persuasive than the lip of beauty, whispered: "Try! the Soul groweth tall and comely, and waxeih powerful and strong only as it putteth forth its Will! Mankind are of seven great orders: the last and greatest are the Genii of the Earth, the Children of the Star-beam, the Inheritors of the Temple. Weak ones can never enter its vestibules; but only
