To pluck from withered blooms the seeds of life And sow abundance in the days of strife, To walk by fragrant fields on feet of love And tread a newer earth by morning's light.
Rain down Spirit, voice of timeless waters, Upon her plundered riven breast, Thy balm. And gentle in the fold of time-born hands Awake to new-born life her timeless heart. .
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