Buried with that Light in a mystical death, rising again in a mystical ressurection, cleansed and purified through him our Master, O brother of the Cross of the Rose. Like him, O adapts of all ages, have ye toiled. Like him have ye suffered tribulation. Poverty, torture and death have ye passed through. They have been but the purification of the gold. In the alembic of thine heart, through the athanor of affliction, seek thou the True Stone of the Wise.