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Post image 𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 ‐ 𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘪𝘧 𝘢𝘯 𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.⁣
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What if the fields are white with snow? Within her heart the lilies grow; and the low singing of a psalm fills all the listening air with calm; while doves descending, morning by morning, Mark the low room where peace was born.⁣
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Once on a fateful time there rose a tempest where the lily grows, and pride and passion wept and strove above the dead white face of love; but the long night drew near its morn, God sent his doves and peace was born.

𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 ‐ 𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘪𝘧 𝘢𝘯 𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.⁣ ⁣ What if the fields are white with snow? Within her heart the lilies grow; and the low singing of a psalm fills all the listening air with calm; while doves descending, morning by morning, Mark the low room where peace was born.⁣ ⁣ Once on a fateful time there rose a tempest where the lily grows, and pride and passion wept and strove above the dead white face of love; but the long night drew near its morn, God sent his doves and peace was born.

𝘍𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘺, as depicted in 𝐈𝐝𝐲𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 by 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝖠. 𝖫𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗒, 1885. 𝔾𝕖𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖 ℝ𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕕𝕘𝕖 & 𝕊𝕠𝕟 (NY), 𝔹𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕕𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕃𝕦𝕕𝕘𝕒𝕥𝕖 ℍ𝕚𝕝𝕝 (London) Lithographed by 𝕁𝕦𝕝𝕚𝕦𝕤 𝔹𝕚𝕖𝕟 & ℂ𝕠.⁣⁣
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Post image 𝐈𝐝𝐲𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 ⁣
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Poems and drawings by 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝖠. 𝖫𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗒

𝐈𝐝𝐲𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 ⁣ ⁣ Poems and drawings by 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝖠. 𝖫𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗒

Paradise, O Paradise!
Is it in a maiden's eyes?
Yes, for Heaven's sun and dew fell in them as she came through. Borne of Angels to the earth on the morning of her birth. From its skies of shadeless blue, from the stones of wondrous hue. Builded in its shining walls, fell the light that sometimes falls from the inner Paradise far within a woman's eyes.

Paradise, O Paradise! Is it in a maiden's eyes? Yes, for Heaven's sun and dew fell in them as she came through. Borne of Angels to the earth on the morning of her birth. From its skies of shadeless blue, from the stones of wondrous hue. Builded in its shining walls, fell the light that sometimes falls from the inner Paradise far within a woman's eyes.

In the development of the study of Magic, an art descended from the elder Egypt and the Magi - some leading principles were formulated,- as certain precious stones or metals were the same with certain planets, or certain magic numbers - one "astral" element pervading them all. The result was that upon these gems especially were marked, incantations and the burning of incense, the signs of planets, spirits, names of Gods &c., and were then considered to be a protection against evil spirits and misfortune, or a charm bringing wealth, friends and power. At this day, in Poland, the stone that belongs to one's nativity is held in high esteem as a personal possession, and an amulet made of the gems of each month is a priceless treasure. So that which is a religious rite among the Arabs becomes a superstition among the Western peoples, to whom it was doubtless brought by the Knights Templars.
But the most that remains to us of the occult philosophies of the East is the spirit of poetry that pervaded them, and which has escaped the decay of magic, as the poetic myths of the Greeks have outlived their religion. In the pages that follow I have attempted to recall something of this subtle spirit, which, like a precious stone that holds its own peculiar hue for ages, is all the more beautiful for receiving and reflecting the light of today.

New York, March, 1885.
M.A.L.

In the development of the study of Magic, an art descended from the elder Egypt and the Magi - some leading principles were formulated,- as certain precious stones or metals were the same with certain planets, or certain magic numbers - one "astral" element pervading them all. The result was that upon these gems especially were marked, incantations and the burning of incense, the signs of planets, spirits, names of Gods &c., and were then considered to be a protection against evil spirits and misfortune, or a charm bringing wealth, friends and power. At this day, in Poland, the stone that belongs to one's nativity is held in high esteem as a personal possession, and an amulet made of the gems of each month is a priceless treasure. So that which is a religious rite among the Arabs becomes a superstition among the Western peoples, to whom it was doubtless brought by the Knights Templars. But the most that remains to us of the occult philosophies of the East is the spirit of poetry that pervaded them, and which has escaped the decay of magic, as the poetic myths of the Greeks have outlived their religion. In the pages that follow I have attempted to recall something of this subtle spirit, which, like a precious stone that holds its own peculiar hue for ages, is all the more beautiful for receiving and reflecting the light of today. New York, March, 1885. M.A.L.

𝐈𝐝𝐲𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 by 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝖠. 𝖫𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗒, 1885. 𝔾𝕖𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖 ℝ𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕕𝕘𝕖 & 𝕊𝕠𝕟 (NY), 𝔹𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕕𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕃𝕦𝕕𝕘𝕒𝕥𝕖 ℍ𝕚𝕝𝕝 (London) Lithographed by 𝕁𝕦𝕝𝕚𝕦𝕤 𝔹𝕚𝕖𝕟 & ℂ𝕠.⁣⁣
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Post image January - Faithful, constant, true to one - Claims the gleaming garnet as her own.

Ah, rare, sweet eyes, that grow so grave, when the young year comes in!
"Wilt thou keep faith?" she cries, "or be as other years have been, - true for a summer day, false when the skies are gray?"

Ah, rare, true eyes - too true to true to trust the young year's silent smile! Keep faith, though, all the days, be gray, keep faith. - Keep love, the while, for the true prince rides this way in the dawn of a summer day.

January - Faithful, constant, true to one - Claims the gleaming garnet as her own. Ah, rare, sweet eyes, that grow so grave, when the young year comes in! "Wilt thou keep faith?" she cries, "or be as other years have been, - true for a summer day, false when the skies are gray?" Ah, rare, true eyes - too true to true to trust the young year's silent smile! Keep faith, though, all the days, be gray, keep faith. - Keep love, the while, for the true prince rides this way in the dawn of a summer day.

𝘑𝘢𝘯𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘺, as depicted in 𝐈𝐝𝐲𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 by 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝖠. 𝖫𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗒, 1885. 𝔾𝕖𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖 ℝ𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕕𝕘𝕖 & 𝕊𝕠𝕟 (NY), 𝔹𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕕𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕃𝕦𝕕𝕘𝕒𝕥𝕖 ℍ𝕚𝕝𝕝 (London) Lithographed by 𝕁𝕦𝕝𝕚𝕦𝕤 𝔹𝕚𝕖𝕟 & ℂ𝕠.⁣

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