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 "Open the windows of the night," said the Good God, "For I would hear them weep," Up from the spinning world’s tumultuous sound Man’s prayers imperious leap.

"Into my hands deliver," cried the man, "My foe to bend and break, Burst Thou his strongholds and his ships entomb, So I my vengeance take."

"Give to me rare beauty," said the young maid, "More fair than all to be, So I in silken raiment shall go forth To draw men’s souls to me."