Classic Poem

She was once upon earth, but now she sings through the fields of the
stars.
She once knew distress, hunger and tears.
But now they feed her at Alleuher's own table through the centuries
and years.

She is a servant of Mosier up there. With the host of the angels and
the saints of the air.
O Alleuher's great tribune watching over the earth and its hosts of
tears.

I heard her voice from the plains of the stars talking to the world
with the fire of speed.
O Alleuher, the angels unfolding the glories of heaven to me,
And I rise with the hosts' glad refrain above the earth and the sea.

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