I am the night's star and the morning's breath,
I am the music's silvered note that lingereth on the eardrums
When the chord hath been forgotten,
I am the Little Price that buyeth excellence.

I am the soldier's bivouac and the laborer's harrow,
I am the earth's increase and the morrow's energy,
I am the sweet light of evening when the lily hath her unfolding.

Receive ye my presence, all ye who are worldly,
Rise up and rejoice with me!...for behold I say unto you that
I am Man as he shall be.

Golden Scripts 233: 11-14

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