The Savoy . wandering star, that mightst have stayed and stood Hard by the Holy Host, close to the Holy Rood, Illumining the great one Truth, one Life, one Way ! O piteous pilgrim pure amid nights sisterhood : For thee doth Mother Mary, Star of Morning, pray MUNSTER: 1534 E are the golden men, who shall the people save : For only ours are visions, perfect and divine ; And we alone are drunken with the last best wine; And very Truth our souls hath flooded, wave on wave. Come, wretched deaths inheritors, who dread the grave! Come ! for upon our brows is set the starry signOf prophet, priest
The Savoy . wandering star, that mightst have stayed and stood Hard by the Holy Host, close to the Holy Rood, Illumining the great one Truth, one Life, one Way ! O piteous pilgrim pure amid nights sisterhood : For thee doth Mother Mary, Star of Morning, pray MUNSTER: 1534 E are the golden men, who shall the people save : For only ours are visions, perfect and divine ; And we alone are drunken with the last best wine; And very Truth our souls hath flooded, wave on wave. Come, wretched deaths inheritors, who dread the grave! Come ! for upon our brows is set the starry signOf prophet, priest, and king : star of the Lions line !Leave Abana, leave Pharpar, and in Jordan lave! It thundered, and we heard : it lightened, and we saw :Our hands have torn in twain the Tables of the Law :Sons of the Spirit, we know nothing more of ! from the Tree of Eden take the mystic fruit:Come! pluck up Gods own knowledge by the abysmal root:Come! you, who would the Reign of Paradise begin. Lionel
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