There is no company but one who lives A hidden presence deep behind the heart, He is that which in us hopes and believes. We actors playing out each minor part Forget he gave us all a leading role And though we stumble and we often fail There is the continuity of soul, There is the searching for the Holy Grail, Our path a graded spiral winding high. Above our dark misfortunes, darker deeds We see descending through an aureate sky The golden singer with the new world's seeds.
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