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THE CEREMONY OF THE SCARAB The Ceremony of the Scarab was written in 191! by Frederick W. Blaisdell, teacher of English at East Technical. For a number of years it was used for the Class Day Exercises. In this ceremony, Harmachis, representing the Senior Class, hands down the Sacred Scarab to Anaxores, representing the Junior Class. The curtain rises and discloses the great Temple of Ammon. Ra, the God of the sun, is rising upon the edge of the desert. In the distance across the sands, loom the huge bulks of the pyramids. In the foreground, seated in a great chair within the porch of the temple, we see the venerable Harmachis, Priest of Ra. It is the eve of his departure on his mission of world service and he is waiting the coming of his youthful friend and pupil, Anaxores, who is to succeed him in the priesthood and whom he must induct into his office before the setting of the Sun, their common master. Harmachis: The sun swings low. and yet the boy comes not. Thus always are the promises of youth, Leaping to idle lips from idle thoughts, But to be idly broken. Great Ra waits not. See, his huge orb droops lower in the west, And bathes the sand in blood, save only where The inky shadows creep their awful length From pyramid and tomb and temple vast. Short is the time: Oh, hasten thou, my son! My time is short, too; soon from these gray walls I must go forth, a wanderer, and alone: Alone, 1 leave these walls which sheltered me While other masters taught me all their lore, Through all the brief days of the lingering years; Till now I wait here, while the shadows creep, To teach thee, O my son. Why come ye not? Enter Anaxores. Boy, boy, thy time a laggard is; for me, He hastens swiftly. Anaxores: Thy pardon, master. A task hath held me and the time hath fled. But when 1 chanced mine eyes upon the dial I hastened hither, mindful of my word. Indeed upon no fault of mine doth rest— Harmachis: Cease, cease thy words! See where our Father, Ra, Dips toward his final plunge! In that brief span Must I to thee in few and weighty words My final message hasten ere 1 go. Anaxores: Go? O my master! Fifteen
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Harmachis: Yea, my son, 1 go: I leave these walls this night while mighty Ra His battle with the treacherous Darkness fights. 1 go to other cities, lowlier men; To lift them up and to enlighten them: To put the cup of mercy to their lips; To cheer them in the ever upward climb; To be their brother, counsellor and friend; 1 go to do the bidding of great Ra, As thou, my son, in thy time, as 1 trust, Shalt also go, and also do his work. Anaxores: But, master! HARiMACHIS: No words of grief for me Three years have ye in this dear Mother Hall Sat at my feet: three years together we Thro’ grief and joy, thro' sad and singing day, Thro’ patience and impatience, worked our work. But thee, my son. have 1 watched day by day, As thou hast bended o’er thy task, and smiled To see myself in thee, and joyed to see Thy growth in all the stature of a man. Yea, son. a man; this is my word to thee! Hast wondered as thou didst each little task What it should profit thee? My answer, son— To bring thee to the measure of a man. This is my message; this is thy life to be; These the three kingly gifts of life to thee: For wisdom search; and if ye grasp her sure, Thy path lies smooth; no marring passion there, No lies, no sorrows over ill-done deeds, Or deeds undone, no doubts, no subtleties, No plots nor snares nor vain contrivancing; But honor, peace, the good report of men. Yea, son, for Wisdom seek; and seek for Faith: For Faith, the strengthencr of hearts, the cheer Of days of struggle, the strong hand in hours Of weakness and of cowardice, rest and support In sorrow’s hour, courage to face Death’s night, And great companion of high Victory. For the last gift no name 1 give to thee, For loveless men have cheapened all our names: It is the soul facing the arching stars; It is the mother’s voice, the father's might, The babe's sigh as it feels the sheltering arm; It is the sun shining upon green fields; It is the melody of shady brooks; It is huge night upon the ocean shore; It is the fragrance of the forest deeps; It is the still small voice within the heart Suttee
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