Prophet-Prose (and Poems),
For the Princess Bride,
Songs and stories for her rightness,
While attempting to abide.
That singing heaven's songs,
Heaven homeward She might ride,
Her one wake waking travelers,
Truthward gazing, they might rise.
To join the throng upward rushing,
Ever firming, ever onward,
Ever learning of Love's Self,
His will for growing ever nigh.
So come sing His songs with me,
His voice breaking every lie,
Leading Sons and Daughters,
Where true death never will they die.
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