To the PoetsWake up, apostles and poets;
Hear now the oracles of time.
The breath of the prophets
like Hosannas, wings in flight!
The Sinai is covered in clouds;
The Etna roars the horrors of the fire;
The Almighty, however, dissipates darkness
casting on Earth the heavenly lights!
Truth rises from the parables;
we are touched by their pure gleam.
A new light is brought by the tales
that warms up the rays of our dreams.
Faith, love, the very spark of ourselves,
to the most hidden dark spots, shows clarity,
looks around and feeds the blazes
with work and charity.
Come now, martyrs of the sublime music;
Show your voice to the strange fighters.
In all corners and from the noble summits
go and plant the humble cross of Jesus.
Mrs. Quillet is right when she says that everybody is called to concur to the works of the terrestrial renovation. Nobody denies the influence of poetry but she is wrong with respect to Mrs. Foulon’s thoughts when she says: “My soul was taken by the enthusiasm and I hope it is a bit too late to entertain you with serious Spiritism and not with poetic Spiritism that is not good to humanity. People would not understand it.”
The Spirit here does not see the poetic Spiritism as the Spiritist ideas translated by poetry but the ideal Spiritism, the product of an enthusiastic imagination; and by serious Spiritism the scientific Spiritism, based on facts and logic, that is best suited to the positive nature of the people of our time and that is the object of our studies.
