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38 Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue,

And where kind tongues bring no captivity,

For we are only true to the far lights

We follow singing, over valley and hill.

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By the dear name of the one crucified,

I bid you, Maire Bruin, come to me.

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I keep you in the name of your own heart!

We have great power to-night, dear golden folk

For he took down and hid the crucifix.

And my invisible brethren fill the house;

I hear their footsteps going up and down.

O, they shall soon rule all the hearts of men

And own all lands; last night they merrily danced

About his chapel belfrey! (To .) Come away,

I hear my brethren bidding us away!