A loving father must dwell |
Daughter of Elysium |
In the universal time machine |
This glass to him, the good spirit |
Heavenly, the Sanctuary |
Run, brothers, run your race |
Joyful, as His suns are flying |
Above the starry canopy |
Atop faith's lofty summit |
Brothers, fly from your seats |
Whoever has had the great fortune |
Where thy gentle wing abides |
Tearfully away from this circle |
At natures bosoms |
To virtues steep hill |
Flowers it calls forth from their buds |
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