Lo! Look around, ye needy soul
And cast the garments of despair
Come sate your hunger greedy soul
Imbibe this beauty debonair…
Senses, awake! Observe in mirth,
Shake off your gloom, embrace the glare,
Salute th’abode of God on Earth,
This sacred land, this holy air…
Yea! Rise sick heart, and hail your peer,
Your love, for love lives only here!
Bisib'el
June 8th 1988
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