A diadem of joy that rests upon her head
Seraphic hosts follow where e’er she treads
Her gentle footsteps shake the foundations
Of my meager soul’s hope in salvation
While her visage brightens my world today
And ever banishes the night away
Oh may my most tremulous of ventures
Thus seeking to woo her angelic soul
So receive blessings from divine censors
That thusly we might each obtain our hea’enly goal
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