O Spirit of Truth

O Spirit of Truth, one with the eternal sea,
The scent of summer flowers, the golden sun,
Remember, now my task is well nigh done,
I fought and suffered for the love of thee!
I spurned the glittering crowns by falsehood won
And watched the rose-wreathed hopes spread wings and flee
Wilt thou, O Spirit of Truth, not fight for me
Who fought for thee, when champion thou hadst none?

Lift me beyond this ceaseless herd of liars
Into calm meadows by great spirits trod,
Where noble acts are one with high desires:
This world weighs on me like a leaden load:
To thee, to thee alone my soul aspires,
For thine eyes ever watch the eyes of God.
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