O bearer of the soul from springs that overflowWith passion — springs where eternity's temptations grow;
O pourer of the spirit's hopes in cup and bowl,From spirit's strength, not merely body's whole;
Thou raisest us to heavens none may reachSave angels pure, whose hearts no sorrows teach;
There thou dost wander through the lands set free,Like bird that soars o'er hills and artistry;
Thou sendest forth verses none may comprehendSave creatures near thy secret, age and end;
And thou dost live a life replete with hope,Adorned with youth's fair magic and its scope;
O bearer of the soul from chalice purified,In life's bright morning or time's grandeur wide;
Eternity's clouds rained gently upon thee,Like clouds o'erwhelmed with downpour's majesty;
O singer of eternity, thou camest to saveThe land of bounty from each base enslaved.
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