At this same pageantry of jubilation,
You alone I go on contemplating.
Neath the daylight You came not;
By black of night may I receive.
For You I yearn by day and night,
Tears shedding in woe and delight;
On stricken heart balm to apply,
Like You there is nobody.
With You am I in love...
You're the smile of my night's orb,
A heap of flowers multicolored;
Thus Your hymn I sing.
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Above all You shine most bright.
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