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“Look! With error I was brought forth with birth pains,
And in sin my mother conceived me.”
“May you purify me from sin with hyssop, that I may be clean;
May you wash me, that I may become whiter even than snow.”
“Conceal your face from my sins,
And wipe out even all my errors.”—Ps. 51:5, 7, 9.
HAIL, orient Conqueror of gloomy Night!
Thou that canst shed the bliss of gratitude
On hearts howe'er insensible or rude;
HERE were the end, had anything an end:
Thus, lit and launched, up and up roared and soared