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Cast prostrate, in mourning, Wingless, self-scorning, Grief in a gust Flings us, dust upon dust. We desire not, we dare not, We believe not, we care not, No wisdom has worth. God, do thou dower us, Kindle, empower us, Give of thy mirth. From the languor that clings Give us wings! Give us wings! Wings of thy Spirit.