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<h2> SHINE ON </h2>
<p>Shine on, O sun! Sing on, O birds of song!<br/>
And in her light my heart fashions a tune<br/>
Not wholly sad, most like a tender rune<br/>
Sung by some knight in days gone overlong,<br/>
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When he with minstrel eyes in Syrian grove<br/>
Looked out towards his England, and then drew<br/>
From a sweet instrument a sound that grew<br/>
From twilight unto morning of his love.<br/>
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Go, then, beloved, bearing as you go<br/>
These songs that have more sunlight far than cloud;<br/>
More summer flowers than dead leaves ‘neath the snow;<br/>
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That tell of hopes from which you raised the shroud.<br/>
My lady, bright benignant star, shine on—<br/>
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I lift to thee my low Trisagion!<br/></p>
<p>HE that hath pleasant dreams is more fortunate<br/>
than one who hath a cup-bearer.<br/>
—Egyptian Proverb.<br/></p>
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