The kite,
Flying high!
Seen at the site,
To take up the rite,
With the muse of the rose on your side.
Muse, joy, peace!
Of the atmosphere;
The flight,
The sight,
With a bright ray at the site.
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Muse, joy, peace! Facing the ways of love and life along the line.