Thou Spirit of Light who hast charge of me, |
From the fragrant Mother of all Nature,
The gentle encompassing of thy Silver Circle
To make round my spirit-shrine this night,
Oh, round my spirit-shrine this night.
Ward from me every distress and danger,
Encircle my course over the ocean of life,
I charge thee, place thy silver light before me,
O bright beauteous Spirit on this very night,
Bright beauteous Spirit on this very night.
Be Thyself the guiding star above me,
Illume Thou to me every reef and shoal,
Pilot my coracle on the crest of the wave,
To the restful harbour of the waveless sea,
Oh, the restful harbour of the waveless sea.
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