Make Me A Spirit, Night
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Make me a Spirit, Night
That flying high
By the cathedral spire
I draw nigh.
Let the chill airs of
Dark
Not cruel be
As I draw nigh
And stay.
And
When first trimmings of the Dawn
Appear
I shall go down to home and sleep
And dreams of the cathedral spire
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