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Thou who art I, beyond all I am
Who hast no nature, and no name
Who art, when all but thou are gone
Thou, centre and secret of the Sun

Thou, hidden spring of all things known
And unknown, Thou aloof, alone,
Thou, the true fire within the reed
Brooding and breeding, source and seed
Of life, love, liberty, and light
Thou beyond speech and beyond sight

Thee I invoke, my faint fresh fire
Kindling as mine intents aspire
Thee I invoke, abiding one,
Thee, centre, and secret of the Sun

And that most holy mystery
Of which the vehicle am I
Appear, most awful and most mild
As it is lawful, in thy child