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Rh Against an alabaster-guarded lamp, Craving the flame, in passionate impotence, Vainly, and passing leave for only trace The delicate duskdust [sic] that deck'd a downy wing, So evanescent, so ephemeral Out of the dark emerging, into the dark Returning.

Let him only love the light, And seek it earnestly, all will be well!

Who is this gentle, placid, kind old man Whose long white locks frame so serene a face?

He is our good priest, Father Bernardine.