| A String of Pearls |
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| Oh, listen to them |
| The children of the night |
| What sweet music they make |
| May dreams be brought that I might reach |
| The gentle strains of midnight speech |
| And frozen stars that gild the forest floor |
| Through the swirling snow |
| Volkh’s children come |
| To run with me, to hunt as one |
| To snatch the lambs of Christ |
| From where they fall |
