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They stand before me now, those eyes that shine, / No doubt inspired by an Angel wise; / They stand, those God-like brothers that are mine, / And pour their diamond fires in mine eyes.
From all transgressions, from all snares, they save, / Towards the Path of Joy they guide my ways; / They are my servants, and I am their slave; / And all my soul, this living torch obeys.