| The gilded wheel spinning in the sun spiral
And the flash of a thousand star light on hub and hilt And bridle gilt. Red robed, yellow robed, robed in gold Smiling in the trumpets, hands raised Son of the Morning, Child of the dawn. In the light splendored road of the cosmos' early light With the wild eyes flashing and the head held high The screaming of the voices of wild delight. Red robed, yellow robed, robed in gold He comes and his army trails behind In the flash of the brazen and jeweled line Proud on the dais with his arms held high A billion voices fill the sky For the might and the glory And the trumpeter's cry For the one who stands while the others bow To The One who comes to the dais now Draped in white enwrapped in light With the princes on his left and the Firstborn on his right. |
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