Song of Mithras Mithras, God of Morning, our trumpets waken the Wall!
'Rome is above the Nations, But Thou art over all!'
Now as the names are answered, and the guards are marched away,
Mithras, also a soldier, give us strength for the day! Mithras, God of the Noontide, the heather swims in the heat,
Our helmets scorch our foreheads; our sandals burn our feet.
Now in the ungert hour; now ere we blink and drowse,
Mithras, also a soldier, keep us true to our vows! Mithras, God of the Sunset, low on the Western main,
Thou decending immortal, immortal to rise again!
Now when the watch is ended, now when the wine is drawn,
Mithras, also a soldier, keep us pure till the dawn! Mithras, God of the Midnight, here where the great bull dies,
Look on Thy children in Darkness, oh take our sacrifice!
Many roads Thou hast fashioned: all of them lead to the Light,
Mithras, also a soldier, teach us to die aright! ----Rudyard Kipling The Cosmic Mysteries of Mithras TEMPLE
OF MITHRAS Mitra, Mithra, Mithras Mystery Mithraism The Cult of Mithras MITHRAS AND THE HYPERCOSMIC SUN Mithras Astrological Church Mithras and Mithraism Mithras Liturgy
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