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Beloved mine! we cannot falter now;

No threats avail, no claims affect this hour;

That kiss, far more than sacerdotal vow

Or golden circlet, making truly one

– More solemn than any oath —

Hath passed our lips:

Whilst Love, the great compeller, the mighty power

In his bewildering hand, hath seized us both.

No pardon comes for those who wrongly read

The books on stone engraved —

Our Primal Laws —

Or fail to satisfy the unchanging Cause;

Who reach this height, and fail, are dead indeed:

Their being void, their souls are cast without;

And from the Book their names are blotted out.

There is no holding back, no base endeavour,

The cup of true communion is filled,

The sacrament prepared as we have willed;

Hand joined to hand in clasp that none can sever;

Our quittance sure, our resolution taken,

With vows fulfilled we face the world unshaken;

And each to each we pledge ourselves for ever.