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  :::::I flee the plain,
 * Accurst by Cain,

To grasp my battle-ax again;
 * And in the sign
 * Of Bread and Wine

God the Consoler! I am Thine!


 * The flashing radiance of His shield,
 * Glorifying wave and field;
 * When he felt he must expire,
 * Then His orbs with blazing ire
 * Shot their dying shafts of fire;
 * When the palpitating breeze
 * Smote the gitterns of the trees,
 * Like the shout of distant seas;
 * When the jeweled birds that sing
 * Moved on rainbow-tinted wing,

I beheld thy face of splendor blushing with the wild and tender,
 * Silver Spring!