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Thy splendour-lighted face before mine eyes Shines like a flaming sunset evermore; Thee only I behold on the earth's floor, Thee only I behold within the skies;

Thy coming on is like a conqueror, Before thy footsteps the world's glory dies, Within mine ears thy voice doth ever rise Like a loud ocean beating on the shore.

Thou art made kindred with eternity, Daughter of glory, daughter of consolations; Thy face is set above the constellations;

Of Death! O love! be I made one with thee, That on thy holy lips and in thy love The world may perish and the light thereof!