Oh hail to thee oh Springtide -
A fire rusheth in -
My spirit looketh to the East,
A balm upon my brow uncreased,
The rising sun held in my eyes,
A fire lit by fire skies.
Wallowing in the sunbeam rays.
The birthing sun held in my gaze.
Oh desire rusheth in.
Fail not to bring my
Spirits that are kin,
To calm and blessèd peacefulness -
My spirit looketh to the West.
Following the sunbeam rays,
The setting sun held in my gaze.
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