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Lay me to sleep in sheltering flame,
—O Master of the Hidden Fire!
Wash pure my heart, and cleanse for me
—My soul's desire.

In flame of sunrise bathe my mind,
—O Master of the Hidden Fire,
That, when I wake, clear eyed may be
—My soul's desire.
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