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 More strong than strong disaster, For fate and fear too strong; Earth's friend, whose eyes look past her, Whose hands would purge of wrong; Our lord, our light, our master, Whose word sums up all song.

Be it April or September That plays his perfect part, Burn June or blow December, Thou canst not in thine heart But rapturously remember, All heavenlike as thou art,

Whose footfall made thee fairer, Whose passage more divine, Whose hand, our thunder-bearer, Held fire that bade thee shine