In the incandescence of the morning light When beauty stole upon the sleeping lands I woke to find within a true insight, That everything is in the Mother's hands.
All the distortions of the truth She sees That work behind the subtlest of veils, In rooting out of life all dark disease All negative action before Her presence fails.
What all must do aspiring for change Have trust and faith in Her power and Her love, Repel the darkness and in our hearts estrange Defeat and in Her movements learn to move.
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