Tho child Perfection. Tha nick soul conceit-in:.' Acta not, whilst effluent from Life's sap ap|iears Activity. 1 asked if for achieving This Order, you'd used gold f Tliat metal base Chokes and contaminates Ix-yond retrieving Tho fount of noble thought. From lofty rare, Not causelessly I asked, aro you descended r High birth's a loan, to spur yon and to brace ; You'll lay it off what time • our course is ended. I asked if you had lienn as Priests ordained ? Bach for sweet works of blessing are intended, Most unlike ns : tho swordsman's weapon's stained With slaughter cru ho bless. Lust,—with good cause 1 asked if you were excommunicate ; The sin-beset contends for Truth's pure laws With little spirit. Now, when wo heard, with great Joy for yourselves and us, yon'd passed unshaken Tho ordeal, gladly was my heart elate. Yon were found worthy of tho vow you've taken, Which sworn to at the sacred hour, midnight, Must never !* through life till death forsaken. Yo swore obedienco; for tho governing might, Tlio lover's, must command each whoel-spoko's turning. One executes, though many co-unite In work. To curb desire with manful spurning, Ye swore. Tho Mother-Maid draws near tho pure Alone, but no voluptuary is earning Admission to tho hallowed Land—Yo sworo Assent to Poverty. For wealth withholden Makes pilgrim-journeys hard to travel o'er; Tho steel must shine well-polished but not golden. In holy conflict to wax weary never, Ye swore moreover, like the Masters olden ;