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Nigbt or day or dusk or dawn, W? are straagely llved upon Shine or shadow, flame or frost. Zephyr-kissed or tempest tossed. Mystic builders in the brainMirth and sorrow, joy and pain Grief and gladness.gloom and lightBuild oh build my heart arigntl Oh, ye friends. wlth pleasant smlles, Help me build my precious w hiles, Brin me bricks of gold to make Streugth tbat wrong shall never shake. Day by day I gather from All you give me. I become Yet'a part of all I meet In the flelds and in the street, Bring me songs of hope and youth, Brin me bands of steel and truth; Brille me love wherein to find Obarity for all mankind. Place within my hands the tools nd the inaster Builder's rules, That the walls we fashion may Stand forever and a day. Help me build a palace where UI is wonderfully fair- Build of truth, the while above Shines the pinnacle of love.