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For devils have all power by a certain subtle art

An art can permanently produce a true form

Can bring about any permanent cure

Impediments brought about by blessed magic charms

Master of all the Masters of the laws

Second to nature, second to love

Second to birth of wrath and death

The feast of the blessed

The feast of the future in us

When the nights have circled over

As I linger in the waters

As I wander through the ocean

All this life is cold and dreary

Painful here is every motion

Come I pray thee, hither hasten,

Hasten more that thou art needed

From the shining of the new sun

From the lighting of the full moon

I will set my face against the cross

And destroy lies out of the midst of my people

In whom there is a divine spirit arising

Those persons are said to be weak, soon forgotten