I greet you morning star of my youth. How splendidly you blossoms of early spring, riant and joyful, shine for me. O Muses of eternal truth, your laurel-wreath, made of Ophir gold; I wear upon my sweet-dreamy head!

The primaveral flora are fully awake, crocuses, snowdrops, fringed gentians and bluebells!

A sacred legacy unspoken

Of a World above Elysium.

Immersed in holiness, a Sanctum

Unveils God’s benisons unbroken…

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