She

Gave back to thee kingdom and glory,

And grace that was thine of yore,

And life to thy leaves, late hoary

As weeds cast up from the hoar

Sea.

Song

Can bid faith shine as the morning

Though light in the world be none:

Death shrinks if her tongue sound warning,

Night quails, and beholds the sun

Strong.

PAN

Night

Bare rule over men for ages

Whose worship wist not of me

And gat but sorrows for wages,

And hardly for tears could see

Light.

Call

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