Flight

 

Within the tranced night,

The flames of souls unfold

Their wings of shimmering gold,

And to You take their flight.

 

You Guardian of the Fires,

O heart of radiant love,

Direct their flight above,

Beyond the mind's blue spires.

 

Shelter them beneath your white

Compassionate robes of stars,

Beyond the earth's dream-bars.

Fold them to your delight.

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