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Sapņa un sajūsmas brāļi,
Jaunais un saulainais tēls,
Skauju jūs, tuvie un tālie,
Gaišzilo debesu dēls.

Kapsētas, krusti un ēnas
Miglā jau zuda kā rēgs,
Apgaismo, valda uz zemes,
Augšāmceļ dzīvinošs spēks.

Aiztraucas gredzenos slaikos,
Sajūsma augstumos nes;
Mūžīgi tiksimies laikos
Mūžīgā svētlaimē mēs.

Dzidra kā tērauds un kaisma
Dzejnieka dedzīgā sirds.
Gauži, ja nezina gaismas!
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