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BLESSINGS HAVE I won in this life

of the Beautiful.

In the vessel of man's affection I taste His own divine nectar.

Sorrow, hard to bear,

has shown me the unhurt, unconquered soul.

On the day when I felt death's impending shadow,

fear's defeat has not been mine.

The great ones of the Earth

have not deprived me of their touch,

their undying words have I stored in my heart.

Grace I had from the god of life:

this memory let me leave

in grateful words.

 

 

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