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Christ, the lowly and meek,
Christ the All-Powerful be In the heart of each to whom I speak, In the mouth of each who speaks to me !
In all who draw near me,
Or see me or hear me !
At Tarah to-day, in this awful hour,
I call on the Holy Trinity! Glory to him who reigneth in power, The God of the elements, Father and Son And Paraclete Spirit, which Three are the One,
The ever-existing Divinity!
Salvation dwells with the Lord,
With Christ, the omnipotent word.
From generation to generation
Grant us, O Lord, Thy grace and salvation! |
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SIBERIA
IN Siberia's wastes The ice-wind's breath Woundeth like the toothed steel. Lost Siberia doth reveal Only blight and death.
Blight and death alone.
No Summer shines. Night is interblent with Day. In Siberia's wastes alway
The blood blackens, the heart pines. |
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