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AMBERGRIS 
Before me dwells the Holy One 
Anointed Beauty’s King ; 
Behind me, mightier than the Sun, 
To whom the cherubs sing, 
A strong archangel, known of none, 
Comes crowned and conquering. 
 
An angel stands on my right hand 
With strength of ocean’s wrath ; 
Upon my left the fiery brand, 
Charioted fire smites forth : 
Four great archangels to withstand 
The furies of the path. 
 
Flames on my front the fiery star, 
About me and around. 
Pillared, the sacred sun, afar, 
Six symphonies of sound ; 
Flames, as the Gods themselves that are ; 
Flames, in the abyss profound. 
 
The spread arms drop like thunder !  So 
Rings out the lordlier cry, 
Vibrating through the streams that flow 
In ether to the sky, 
The moving archipelago, 
Stars in their seigneury. 
 
Thine be the kingdom !  Thine the power ! 
The glory triply thine ! 
Thine, through Eternity’s swift hour 
Eternity, thy shrine 
Yea, by the holy lotus-flower, 
Even mine !