| The Yearned-for Wherever you lie, amidst shades and murmurs, Remote, feel yourself dreamed of, And rise from the depths of non-being To your new fate! Come, Galahad with homeland, and raise again, But this time at the height of the supreme trial, The penitent soul of your people Towards the New Eucharist. Master of Peace, raise your anointed sword, Excalibur of the End of Days, in such a way That its light, to the divided world, Reveals the Holy Grail! |
Sebastianism
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