When all Music stop...
When all desire stoop...
Fairy Angels...dances dazzle with bangles
When thy conscious aye vigil
When thy futile ferrule wilt
When my Wisdom! without Ye aye Widow!
Thy Grace galores Freedom Ye Endow!
When all Music stop...
When all desire stoop...
Fecund Flute...showers flutters douse
My awry mind...Thy Grace I brace
Growing Divine, driven to Ye, Weal Wind.
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