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Rh O Day without Time, O Sea without Shore, O sweet Fountain flowing with Wine evermore, The Waters of Life come gushing alone, From thy Wells which are set in the pure living Stone. Fair Bride! bedecked with the Laurel's best Flower, And graced with the Brightness of thy golden Dower, In Necklace of Lilies and Garments of White, Thy Lips shall be pressed by the Prince in Delight; And Canticles sweet shall be murmured along, And Love for thee breathed in conjubilant Song.