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Thy splendour-lighted face before mine eyes

Shines like a flaming sunset evermore;

Thee only I behold on the earth’s floor,

Thee only I behold within the skies;

Thy coming on is like a conqueror,

Before thy footsteps the world’s glory dies,

Within mine ears thy voice doth ever rise

Like a loud ocean beating on the shore.

Thou art made kindred with eternity,

Daughter of glory, daughter of consolations;

Thy face is set above the constellations;

Of Death! O love! be I made one with thee,

That on thy holy lips and in thy love

The world may perish and the light thereof!