2.11.2024
Mother, Mother, calling Thee Into the heart's vicinity, Beseeching Thee to clean the shrine That in time we may be Thine With all our ignorance blown away, For this and even more we pray, Guide us quickly into light, We who now abandon night, Lead us into divinity That we may unite with Thee.
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