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 Hopes that it will show itself beholden to thee: because of the very keys that thou bearest, Its bondsmen shall call thee their jailer, and shall hate thee; only when A worthier humanity renders it softer, when the world Gazes forth, unwaveringly discerns and verily traces Heavenly order on earth, then only shall they acknowledge thee And ever extol thee as key-bearer of heaven. But for now, Only thy young generation together about the tomb Of fallen biases are linked in a single chain And with a tumult, whereby the pulsing spirit of time Thunderingly heralds the march of humanity, will fashion a psalm Of praise unto thee, and with this melody already The world on all four sides is re-echoing. 



upon His cross lies in the ancient shrine. Down His riven limbs blood leaves its clotted trace; Dead His eyes and pale and lulled, Death's very sign; Welded silver weaves a halo o'er His face.

