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CONCEPTA EST MARIA—I
O ye four winds of Paradise,
Breathe to and fro,
That odours from the beds of spice
To God may go;
While the four rivers of Paradise
In rhythm shall flow,
And all the bloom of Paradise
For God shall blow.
Breathe to and fro,
That odours from the beds of spice
To God may go;
While the four rivers of Paradise
In rhythm shall flow,
And all the bloom of Paradise
For God shall blow.
Breathe, ye four winds of Paradise,
North, south, east, west;
News of the great and sweet emprize
Bear on your breast:
How the All-good, All-strong, All-wise,
In dear behest,
Sendeth to dwell beneath our skies
A stainless guest.
Breathe it, O winds of Paradise,
North, south, east, west.
North, south, east, west;
News of the great and sweet emprize
Bear on your breast:
How the All-good, All-strong, All-wise,
In dear behest,
Sendeth to dwell beneath our skies
A stainless guest.
Breathe it, O winds of Paradise,
North, south, east, west.
Flow, ye four rivers of Paradise,
East, west, north, south,
Water the earth so long that lies
In sorry drouth;
Rivers that flow beneath God's eyes—
Words of His mouth,
Flow, ye four rivers of Paradise,
East, west, north, south.
East, west, north, south,
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In sorry drouth;
Rivers that flow beneath God's eyes—
Words of His mouth,
Flow, ye four rivers of Paradise,
East, west, north, south.
Bloom, all ye flowers of Paradise,
In bright array;
Bow, all ye flowers of Paradise,
Your heads to-day;
Lift them, and let all scents arise
Wherewith to say
The perfect Rose of Paradise
Buds forth to-day.
In bright array;
Bow, all ye flowers of Paradise,
Your heads to-day;
Lift them, and let all scents arise
Wherewith to say
The perfect Rose of Paradise
Buds forth to-day.
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