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Let us ponder and open the mire-bedaubed windows,
The soul’s festivity arises, morning-illumined stillness.
O, that a joy might come, like evenings before a festivity,
When blossoming trees amorously nestle towards the moonlight,
And when cleansed thresholds beneath the stars are aglimmer . . .
And the ample and free song-tune of Forgiveness and Reconcilement,
O, that it might rove through all opened windows,
Through tumult of chimes, hosanna, hosanna, through the soul’s festivity,
With wings uplifted, buoyant, shimmering, woven of plinat fabrics
Of gold, carmine, of blue tinges from unknown regions — —
O, that a joy might come, calm, artless, marvelling.