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Norton F. W. Hazeldine translation
And before the [1]false morn of Earthly Life doth fade, that Voice Supreme within this tavern cries, The Sacrifice is ready, loiter not outside, all is prepared, enter in, those wishing here to pray. This is the way by which the soul doth learn, of god, of worlds, of things known and unknown. Whilst those who worship through man's carved creeds, pomps, rituals and dumb forms, Worship like tongueless bells seeking to sound their tidings to the world. All cries within think! think! think! It was not worse before, nor better than 'tis now.