White Stains. Aleister Crowley

      O Spring, tell the bountiful Giver

      Thy smiles on the world are in vain;

      Come down, O Lord God, and deliver

      Our souls from the wheel and the chain,

      That Love may lie fragrant and shaded,

      And Joy may spread wings unto flight,

      And Peace stand above, unupbraided,

      As splendid as night.

      No longer the sun shall cast shadow,

      No longer the flower shall lack rain,

      The word shall be fair as a meadow,

      And Love know no tincture of pain;

      The Glory of God shall be on us,

      And over the kingdon unpriced

      The Spirit of Love is upon us,

      A crucified Christ!

      O rapture! O glory! O gladness!

      When Satan is fled from the land,

      When Christ cleanses sin, and from madness

      Deletes its indelible brand;

      For life shall spring where they have smitten,

      And Love rise from under the rod,

      Till all men behold what is written,

      The kingdom of God!