H. D.: The Mysteries Remain

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The mysteries remain,

I keep the same

cycle of seed-time

and of sun and rain;

Demeter in the grass,

I multiply,

renew and bless

Bacchus in the vine;

I hold the law,

I keep the mysteries true,

the first of these

to name the living, dead;

I am the wine and bread.

     I keep the law,

     I hold the mysteries true,

     I am the vine,

     the branches, you

     and you.

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