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 To One Consecrated by George William Russell 
						YOUR paths were all unknown to us:We were so far away from you:
 We mixed in thought your spirit thus—
 With whiteness, stars of gold, and dew.
 
 
 The Mighty Mother nourished you;
 Her breath blew from her mystic bowers;
 Their elfin glimmer floated through
 The pureness of your shadowy hours.
 
 
 The Mighty Mother made you wise,
 Gave love that clears the hidden ways;
 Her glooms were glory to your eyes,
 Her darkness but the fount of days.
 
 
 You with all gentleness she graced,
 And beauty radiant as the morn’s:
 She made our joy in yours, then placed
 Upon your head a crown of thorns.
 
 
 Your eyes are filled with tender light
 For those whose eyes are dim with tears:
 They see your brow is crowned and bright,
 But not its ring of wounding spears.
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