to the source of your light, bright, guiding me—

to the source of your light, bright, guiding me,
so to all must I call to look and see;
for only such measured manner sets free
the soul to shine and show no mystery—
saving that which plays and strikes true each chord
connecting me to you whom I adored
for all this life I could not else afford,
serving me in this house as honest lord—
how rich I am in thought through such vast wealth
granted to you, proving to all my worth,
pure, safe and sound, promising me my health,
as sun sings to moon, and heaven to earth—

soaring with you I learn my way through skies
and forget whose they are, mine or your eyes—

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