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Be music, night
That her sleep may go / Where angels have their pale tall choirs
Be a hand, sea
That her dreams may watch / Thy guidesman touching the green flesh of the world
Be a voice, sky
That her beauties may be counted / And the stars will tilt their quiet faces / Into the mirror of her loveliness
Be a road, earth
That her walking may take thee / Where the towns of heaven lift their breathing spires
O be a world and a throne, God
That her living may find its weather / And the souls of ancient bells in a child's book / Shall lead her into Thy wondrous house