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Thou hast laid Thy hand on my head, My temples proud caressing; Thy lips have whispered their sweet words In prayer and in blessing.

Thou hast revealed Thy soul to me In Thy love’s fragrant blossom, And what I had not dared to dream-- Thou took’st me to Thy bosom.

With blessing Thou hast graced my harp, My heart and my lips’ diction; To pious battles Thou hast sent My songs with benediction.

My forehead is from sadness freed, Fears are a thing I scoff at, My soul is filled with dawning light-- And I am love’s great prophet.