| What is this wolven mind with which ye gaze?
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| Your wielding’s, now our spirits cleave
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| Yet keep away from us the visions
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| That from the skies hath come to thee
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| That we in prison must in sorrow
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| Sit and plot the sun’s true course
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| When then to us the lords of all
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| May not the light of life disclose
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| Must we be then a world’s protector?
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| To those whose minds are weak, unfree
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| Then shall this make us all here worthy?
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| To those whom the truth has been concealed
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| Could now to us a bright sun sendeth
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| Shine for those who long ago
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| Were vapour covered, swathed in darkness
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| Begotten, in unending night
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| Yet death’s dark shadow still endures
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| For we who humbly still abide
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| To this narrowed land, truths speaketh
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| Which once for men were clear of mind
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| In Darkness Begotten
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| In Darkness |