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 From the mists and the snows and the thunders Your spirit has brought for us forth Light, music, and joy in the wonders And charms of the north.

The wars and the woes and the glories That quicken and lighten and rain From the clouds of its chronicled stories, The passion, the pride, and the pain, Whose echoes were mute and the token Was lost of the spells that they spake, Rise bright at your bidding, unbroken Of ages that break.

For you, and for none of us other, Time is not: the dead that must live Hold commune with you as a brother By grace of the life that you give.