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 Guard our helpless lives and guide our patient labours, And cherish our dear vision like the jewels in your crests; O spread your hooded watch for the safety of our slumbers, And soothe the troubled longings that clamour in our breasts.

Swift are ye as streams and soundless as the dewfall, Subtle as the lightning and splendid as the sun; Seers are ye and symbols of the ancient silence, Where life and death and sorrow and ecstasy are one. 67