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A flood of | A flood of splendor, it has summoned | ||
All the darkness on this earth. | |||
Those who'd been veiled neath ebony, | |||
With light their eyes crave opening. | |||
There was dark and more dark still, | |||
Each and every thing like cinder. | |||
A touch of light, the joy of life, | |||
Awakened those in that plight. | |||
Upon the light came still more light; | |||
It painted both the air and sky. | |||
On yonder light eyes are kept peeled; | |||
The bent knee that we offer is to Thee. | |||
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