Stars above our cornfields,Morning-colored wind,Snow, and wood-fires burningOn hearths we leave behind.(Shine for us, dear beacons.)God of the hidden purpose,Let our embarking beThe prayer of proud men askingNot to be safe, but free. - Prayer

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