thou wilt
think of
me in thy
celestial
sphere；
that to
the holy
ones
forgathered
there，
thou wilt
but speak
a kindly
word and
say that
hereupon
the sordid
earth，
which thou
alone
didst
beautify，
there
lives a
humble man
of poor
renown，
who， in
all the
hours of
all his
days did
strive and
toil by
sweat of
faceand
tire of
brain to
do thy
bidding in
the silken
fields；
who . . .
[Lines
obliterated]
My prayer，
O Heavenly
One， O
Goddess
Rare，
