The blessed are those who parade spiritedly
Even when the skies darken unduly
Confident of the forthcoming rosy glow radiant
Yes, who get overwhelmed, surrendering themselves devoutly
At the altar built by themselves, prompted by urges holy
This sort of surrender assumes a glory triumphant
Sweet whisperings, as though in miracle mightiest
Suddenly burst forth into trumpet loftiest
Hallowed silence incarnate as eloquence magnificent
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