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| YOUR paths were all unknown to us: | |
| We were so far away from you: | |
| We mixed in thought your spirit thus— | |
| With whiteness, stars of gold, and dew. | |
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| The Mighty Mother nourished you; | 5 |
| Her breath blew from her mystic bowers; | |
| Their elfin glimmer floated through | |
| The pureness of your shadowy hours. | |
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| The Mighty Mother made you wise, | |
| Gave love that clears the hidden ways; | 10 |
| Her glooms were glory to your eyes, | |
| Her darkness but the fount of days. | |
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| You with all gentleness she graced, | |
| And beauty radiant as the morn’s: | |
| She made our joy in yours, then placed | 15 |
| Upon your head a crown of thorns. | |
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| Your eyes are filled with tender light | |
| For those whose eyes are dim with tears: | |
| They see your brow is crowned and bright, | |
| But not its ring of wounding spears. | 20 |
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