28.6.2024
Out of nights dark I rose in light, No more the demons of the night, Falsehood fled it had no place Where reigning Truth guided the race And loveliness betokened all No longer was there sin or fall, As quietude fell on the soul. We knew the way, and on the goal Focused, as plenary beauty found A place to live on sacred ground.
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