| A watcher of Thy spaces make me
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| A listener at Thy stone
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| Give to me vision and then wake me
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| Upon Thy mountains alone
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| Thy rivers' courses let me follow
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| Where they leap the crags in their flight
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| Where at dusk in caverns hollow
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| They croon to music of the night
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| Send me far into Thy barren land
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| Where the snow clouds the wild wind drives
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| Where the ancient firs as guardians stand
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| To protect Thy reign that silent here lies
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| White pilgrims climb slowly one by one
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| No moon to brighten (where) Thy footstep goes
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| Blindly trust the summons, ‘till the journey is done
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| Up the pathway that no one knows…
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| Is there a light to gaze?
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| Is there a voice to guide?
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| For the silence is not ours
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| For we long for endless music and warming ancient fires |