’Knights of the Rosy Cross! they
bore
Its weight within the breast, but wore
Without the sign, in glistening
ruby bright.
The gall and vinegar they drank alone,
But to the world at large would only own
The wine of faith, sparkling
with rosy light.
’They knew the secret of the sacred
oil,
Which, poured upon the prophet’s
head,
Could keep him
wise and pure for aye,
Apart from all that might distract or
soil;
With this their lamps they
fed,
Which burn in their sepulchral shrines,
Unfading night
and day.
’The pass-word now is
lost
To that initiation full and free;
Daily we pay the cost
Of our slow schooling for divine degree.
We know no means to feed an
undying lamp,
Our lights go out in every
wind and damp.
’We wear the cross of
Ebony and Gold,
Upon a dark back-ground a form of light,
A heavenly hope within a bosom
cold,
A starry promise in a frequent night;
And oft the dying lamp must
trim again,
For we are conscious, thoughtful,
striving men.
’Yet be we faithful to this present
trust,
Clasp to a heart resigned this faithful
Must;
Though deepest
dark our efforts should enfold,
Unwearied mine
to find the vein of gold;
Forget not oft to waft the prayer on high;—
The rosy dawn again shall fill the sky.
’And by that lovely light all truth
revealed,—
The cherished forms, which sad distrust
concealed,
Transfigured,
yet the same, will round us stand,
The kindred angels
of a faithful band;
Ruby and ebon cross then cast aside,
No lamp more needed, for the night has
died.
’"Be to the best thou knowest ever
true,”
Is all the creed.
Then be thy talisman of rosy hue,
Or fenced with thorns, that
wearing, thou must bleed,
Or, gentle pledge of love’s prophetic
view,
The faithful steps it will
securely lead.
’Happy are all who reach that distant
shore,
And bathe in heavenly day;
Happiest are those who high the banner
bore,
To marshal others on the way,
Or waited for them, fainting and way-worn,
By burthens overborne.’
[Footnote A: This sentence was written before I was aware that Margaret, as will be seen hereafter, had used the same symbol to describe Madame Sand. The first impulse, of course, when I discovered this coincidence, was to strike out the above passage; yet, on second thought, I have retained it, as indicating an actual resemblance between these two grand women. In Margaret, however, the benediction of their noble-hearted sister, Elizabeth Barrett, had already been fulfilled; for she to “woman’s claim” had ever joined
“the angel-grace Of a pure genius sanctified from blame.”]
[Footnote B: Novalis.]