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 O father of all of us ever, All glory be only to thee From heaven, that is void of thee never, And earth, and the sea.

O Sun, whereof all is beholden, Behold now the shadow of this death, This place of the sepulchres, olden And emptied and vain as a breath. The bloom of the bountiful heather Laughs broadly beyond in thy light As dawn, with her glories to gather, At darkness and night.