"...sanguinisque pretiosi, quem in mundi pretium fructus ventris generosi..."
what dreams take place of restful sleep
that eyes still hold at waking weep
to rob the soul its careless state
oh princely gown beyond the gate
now made to hold in shape to wear
at once now sewn by tested care
upon a soul once torn in two
to brave the more in vested view
oh gladness grief come take his breath
from fear of weight and selfless death
by Word and heart inform the night
that day should soon confirm the sight
~Moses
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