I, who am born to drink this cup of fire
of molten knowledge of whom many inquire,
have found from my studies of men long past,
that virtues extolled are the things that last.

We now see but shadows of virtue revealed,
its clarity of Truth from us now has been sealed,
until that great day when that seal He will break,
and men from their nebulous contemplations awake,
to see with a clarity never known on this earth...
save One who was born of a ****** birth,
who gives men His virtue and knowledge to see.
We the captives of Plato's cave now are set free,
to rise to our Maker, and that of the stars,
and rest in His arms, in the heavenly cars.