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Shine on, O sun! Sing on, O birds of song!
And in her light my heart fashions a tune / Not wholly sad, most like a tender rune / Sung by some knight in days gone overlong,
When he with minstrel eyes in Syrian grove / Looked out towards his England, and then drew / From a sweet instrument a sound that grew / From twilight unto morning of his love.
Go, then, beloved, bearing as you go / These songs that have more sunlight far than cloud; / More summer flowers than dead leaves 'neath the snow;
That tell of hopes from which you raised the shroud.
My lady, bright benignant star, shine on --
I lift to thee my low Trisagion!
HE that hath pleasant dreams is more fortunate / than one who hath a cup-bearer.
-- Egyptian Proverb.