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Lord of the wind and fire,
In whose dread name
All things are wrought,
Clothe me with large desire
And ardent flame
Of breathing thought.
That all the world may know
Thy love and might,
And be in awe,
Let me in beauty show,
And pageant light,
Thy perfect Law.
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