Soul, since I was made blameless of necessity,
True 'tis woe's me that thou didst fashion me;
Neither for my own sake, death's end, nor for beginning
Was I created, seven senses winning,
Seven created things to pruify
In my beginning gleaming fire was I,
I was dust of earth, and then grief could not reach me,
I was high wind, which mostly good did teach me,
I was mountain mist, seeking supplies of deer,
I was blossom of trees which once the earth did wear
Soul, since it was the Lord himself that blessed me,
It should be well for thee, matter possessed thee.

VI



Let us not reporach one another,
But rather mutually save ourselves.

VII



And the three fountains there are,
Two above wind, and one above the earth,
May darkness and light bless thee!

X



Mysterious Trinity I will extol Thee,
Both One and Three whose energies control me
In attributes one God predestinate,
Yea, I will laud Thee for Thy works and state.
Father of all to praise Thee is but just,
Imcumbent 'tis on me who am but dust
Ths spirit of all poetry is Thine,
Hail glorious Christ who mak'st the awen to shine!
Hail Father, Son, Spirit, world adored,
One God, Adonai, everlasting Word.

One will I laud and extol who is Two and yet One,
Who is Three without error the same, one Godhead alone,
Who created each friut of the earth, both water and stone;
God is His Name, and two divinities blended,
God is His Name, yet verily Three comprehended,
God is His Name being Two and yet Three and yet One;
Both Father and maker of Paul and the Lord of Anhun.
One will I laud and extol who is Two and yet One,
Who is Three and yet One, the God himself of our all
Who Teusday and Monday made female and male,
Uneven mountain and dale, the deep and the shoal;
Who in the wax set the Name, made to the taper the flame,
Fashioned the sun and the moon, and the heat of June,
The maiden tender and shy and love for the heart's own dower,
An erring consort, and fired five townships' twixt Dyfed and Gower.

XI



The Sibyl foretells a tale which will come to pass.

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