I have seen the vision of pure beauty,
And heard the strains of perfect harmony,
I have felt the hand of fate guiding me,
And I have tasted the wild honey.
In all I have seen and done,
In all I have heard,
In all that grows ‘neath the Sun
And in dark and desolate places,
There resounds one constant word,
Held in every heart sacred
And never tired of
Is the sweet and ever sweeter majesty of love.
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