Rider, turn your steed, Set your face unto the distance,Ride unto the edge of all the landsWhere Men live their lives Of striving, hungering and pain… Go ye now, Rider, Unto the happy landsWhere dwell all our Fathers Bliss-enfoldedSun-blessed ever– Join now the feastingJoin now the singingThe regaling of their mighty deedsAnd yours… And tell …
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