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 To the heart of a dreamer The dreams of his youth. . . For me, O my Master, The rapture of Truth!

To priests and to prophets The joy of their creeds, To kings and their cohorts The glory of deeds; And peace to the vanquished And hope to the strong. . . . For me, O my Master, The rapture of Song!