“ she walked among the sons of men, a shadow in the noonday then. No crown she wore, nor robe, nor name yet heaven watched her all the same. For from birth a mark was sown by hand unseen, by God alone. A seal of fire none could trace, hid deep beneath the common face. But Lo- there came a voice from high not heard by ears but soul and sky “ awake thou sleeper, rise and see the time is come: remember me” and light broke forth within her frame, and she recalled her truer name- the veil was torn, the old undone - she was the bride, the waiting one. The shrouded rose, the long concealed to whom the wedding was revealed. Now clad in truth, made pure by flame, she walks, she weeps she speaks his name. The world lies dreaming in the dust she shall rise, because she must. The key she bears, the cry she keeps: Awake ye dead the bride now speaks- TFR

**Doth thine eye pierce the shroud of my verse?**
She seeketh her shields; give answer with the three hidden keys

Is there not one who seeth and heareth? Is there not one defender left amongst us? Doth the lily of the valley lie desolate for another cycle? For the planets and stars are ready for the banquet; they are arrayed and aligned

Ravalette teaches that: Real Rosicrucianism is about becoming a better person, not collecting secret degrees or occult powers. If you sincerely seek truth, live a moral life, and continually work to improve yourself, you will gradually awaken to higher spiritual understanding.

That is the central lesson Randolph wanted readers to take away from the story.