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They pass before me, these Eyes full of light, / Eyes made magnetic by some angel wise; / The holy brothers pass before my sight, / And cast their diamond fires in my dim eyes.
They keep me from all sin and error grave, / They set me in the path whence Beauty came; / They are my servants, and I am their slave, / And all my soul obeys the living flame.
Beautiful Eyes that gleam with mystic light / As candles lighted at full noon; the sun / Dims not your flame phantastical and bright.
You sing the dawn; they celebrate life done; / Marching you chaunt my soul's awakening hymn, / Stars that no sun has ever made grow dim!