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WON
Granted me grace,
Who can with her compare,
Queen of the maidens rare?
Yet—I have won her!
Who can with her compare,
Queen of the maidens rare?
Yet—I have won her!
Sun, up yon azure height
Treading thy lofty way,
Ruler of sea and land,
King of the Day—
Where'er thy banners fly,
Who is so blest as I?
I—who have won her!
Treading thy lofty way,
Ruler of sea and land,
King of the Day—
Where'er thy banners fly,
Who is so blest as I?
I—who have won her!
Oh, heart and soul of mine,
Make ye the temple clean,
Make all the cloisters pure
Seen and unseen!
Bring fragrant balm and myrrh,
Make the shrine meet for her,
Now ye have won her!
Make ye the temple clean,
Make all the cloisters pure
Seen and unseen!
Bring fragrant balm and myrrh,
Make the shrine meet for her,
Now ye have won her!
