Telegram-herald., 1889-09-07

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sp1srS. o nolFs u h.ly certel p-atl9u
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~ish 2.4-a - grove "a tbe e4rlAf owe
res1 ~ ar4x IS 1o~a- / wo~ test lAor
nz1st teen a-sozetler fallen from Ie, AID
Jeff RS spirit free to SEEK oslrlsl
TIE nonsls q prooatcn p4ssed b1t too
swiftly. sIa now the holy a4y drew na@r
when j was a. trulh 90 be- ua.lad 70 TIE
universal Ne.aer Never hala Nigat -
louEe1 Ter tie promise " t1e Dawn, never
tzth the heart ot = lover 81 passlol4te-y
desired t1e sweet coming ~ the or-te. es !
louRed - see 1ay sar-o-s i4ce. % ISIS
Even now t1at / have been faiIbiess L.
Ilss, au1 l-ol 4rt Tar freIl rae. q Divine
my soQl goes cut 10 Thee. ard onee more
know Bat a. u Is E-d4en That / should
draw the VAL AID sps4k If tnilss tl@t have
uot been ted sinoe the beginning II this
world. let me pass Oh aud reverenlg SET
down TIE history of taat hoiy morn. For
seven days lad the great festival been cele-
bratec, tne suffering 0f the Lord Oslris had
been concentrated, the p4sslon of the
Mother ISIS had been ad0re1 and glory had
been done 70 the memory Of the coming of
the Divine ChiLd Horus, the Son, the
Avenger. he God-Oeg0t. A. these things
had been carried out according - the
ancient rites The boats had noated
on the sacred lake. the priests had
scourged themselves before the sGnctu-
aries and the images had been borne
through the streets a. night And now, "a
the sun sank on the seventh DAY, once more
the great procession gathered 10 chant the
woes OF Isis aud tel how the eyil was
avenged We went in silence from the
Temple, and passed through the city ways.
First came those who clear The path, then
my father. Amenemhat. in all bis priest.y
robes and the wand OF cedar IN his hand.
Then, clad ia pure linen, followed !. the
neopnyte, alone, and after me- the white
robed priests, holding ai0ft banners and
the emOlems OF the Gods. Next came those
who bear the sacred boat, and after them
the singers and the mOurners while
stretching as far as the eye could reach
marched AL the people clad in melancholy
black because Osiris was no more. In
silence we went through the city streets
till a. length we came 10 the temeuos Of the
Temple and passed in. Aud as my father,
the High Priest, entered beneath the gate
way OF the outer pylon, a sweet-voiced
woman singer began 70 sing the Holy
Chant, and thus she sang:
"Siug we OSIRIS dead.
Lament the fallen head:
The ght has left the world. the world 10 gray.
AtAwart the starry skies
The web or Darkness hles.
And Isis weeps Osiris passed away.
Your tears. ye stars, ye rres We rivers, shed.
Weep, children OF the Nile, weep. for your
Lord is deadv'
She paused in her most sweet song, and
thereon the whole multitude took up the
melancholy dirge:
softly we tread, our measured footsteps falling
Withia the Sanctuary Sevenfold:
Soft on the Dead that lveth are we callingl
Return, Osiris. from thy Kingdom cold
Return 10 them that worship thee OF old
The chorus ceased, and once again she
sang:
within the court divine
The Sevenfold-sacred shrine
We pass, while echoes OF the Temple walls
Repeat the long lament
The sound OF sorrow sent
Far up within the imperishable halls,
Where, each in others arms, the Sisters
ISIS and Nephthys. DER His unawaking
sleep"
And then again rolled out the solemn
chorus of thousand voices:
softly We tread cur measured footsteps falling
Within the Sanctuary Sevenfold;
Soft on the Dead that liveth are We calling:
Return, Osiris. from thy Kingdom cold
Return 20 them that worship thee OF Old"
1t ceased, and sweetly she took up the song:
80 dweller in the West
Lover and LordNesL
Thy love, thy sister Isis calls thee homei
Come from thy chamber dun,
Thou Master OF the Sun,
Thy shadowy chambe far below the foam
With weary wings an1 spent
Through all the armament
Through al the horror-hauLted ways OF he'll
Iscek thee near and far,
From star % wandering star.
Free with tho dead that IA Anenti dwell
Isearch The height, the deep. the lands, tho
skies.
Rise from the dead and live our Lord
Osiris. rise
softly we tread. our measured footsteps falling
"
Softon the Dead that llveth are We calling:
Return. Osrls. from thy Kingdom coldi
Return 10 tlcm ihat worship thee OF old "
Then. in a strain more high and glad, the
singer sang.
'He wakes-rror forth the prison
Wesn~ Osirsr'so
We sing the chad that Eout conceived and
bare.
tn nc o rn love- ISIS. waits
The Wa-isn of tae Gates.
sho breatA. s. She breath OF Life o. breast and
halr
And ia her breast and breath
Behold ho waEese th.
Behold atlenFth be r.seth out ~ rest:
T0uchel witb her holy hands
The Lord q al tae Lands.
He siirs he r.ses from her breath. her breast
Bat thou. feu Tyrhon, fy,
The judgment day draws nigh.
fleet on thy track as fame speeds Horus from
fre sEr "
softly wo trca1. our u-s-urra Iootst-ps taiun-
Wthir The Sanctuary sevenfoll.
Soft on the Dead that i.veth arc we calling:
Return. Osiris. from g. kingdom coldf
Return r. them that worship ihee ot ola"
Once more. as we bowed before the Hoy.
she sang. and sent the full breath cf her
glad music ringing upt everlasting & walls.
til the silence qai~cred with hcr round
notes q melody. aad the hearts Of those
who hearkcned sa-re5 strangely in the
breast And tdus. as rre wa zed. she sang
the song n Osiris risen. the song Of Hope.
tie scng of Vlctory.
"snrve the Trinity.
suE re iae HoiT Three.
s.ngvs. sas praise re and p 7-rhip ths Throne.
Thr-r. rhat or Lord hath sct-
There reaes ana trath are met
Thers n the Halls cf the n v aiensi