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The beauty has become my faith:

My pray to Her is endless.

It is for Her I'll put on chains

And step on pilgrim's path

It's before Her on my knees I'll bow

At Her virtuous holy things,

Where the clearest water's falling down

With sagebrush like honey, bitter-sweet,

Where lilies gleam so white, so far away,

The haystacks smell so fine

Yes, beauty is my faith

And the Woman is divine!

All worship is entirely for her,

None kind of beauty is inmost that more!