Years have past since I began this quest.
My endeavours shall not be in vain.
Priceless, elusive; the alkahest
Is beyond what humans can attain.
Let go this melancholy of old,
Which lays upon you, weary man,
This is a story that must be told
How undaunted is our godly Pan.
Fear is a half-penny-worth trifle.
It robs men of precious time of stillness.
Feel at last love awakening fullness,
Surpassing all the man-made treacle.