O ye men
O ye men, who live the dream
Who shoot the majestic upon the wing
Who travel to the fairest reach
The rare encounter for to seek
O ye men, take me too
I’ve these irons upon my feet
Free me from the shackles that keep
Let me with the boreal sleep
O ye men, who live the dream
Wake me quick before I die
Take me to the lights of night
Behold the Phoenix in her flaming flight.
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