Hymn of Death
to a departed brother of the lodge

Now brother, Thou standest before the gate
and silently greets the Guardian of the Threshold.

He reaches out His hand that hath never failed
and guides Thee down the steps
to the sources of life.

Welcome my brother,
a deep voice speaks like sounding ore.
Thou art now released from the earth’s toil.
Thy spirit is freed from karmic bonds.

Thou standest now in the light of high knowledge.
And He greets Thee with a wise smile, the Great Demiurge.

Eugen Grosche, Gregor A. Gregorius (1888-1964)

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