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 "RADIANT RANKS OF SERAPHIM"

Radiant ranks of seraphim Stir the air about our bed. With their windy wings and dim Our hot cheeks are comforted.

Low the circling seraphs bend, And we tremble and rejoice At hosannas that ascend, Winged with their unearthly voice.

Cloudy luminous faces hover, And the wing-swept candles wane. And our fiery breasts they cover As with hidden holy rain.