SIR HERDERP PRESIDERP SDO
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Amongst the curtains blue I stand aloft,
So mortals seldom climb by summit gray;
Below they stare and scan my heights with awe.
Along my sides are vales and meadows green.
With shallow seas and oceans deep around.
And myriad isles that seem to be afloat.
There's music sweet and soft among the bowers,
And roar of rolling waves that strike the cliffs;
And yet a lonesome life I live, ignored,
Obscured, denied the mighty Phoebus' light.
At early morn the gleaming rays I feel,
Upon my fog wet face they dance with glee;
But when the gathering clouds grow thick and dark,
Alas! the golden rays are seen no more!
The wail from all the various corners I hear
Through regions wild in the land it goes;
More teachers trained and preachers true they need;
To help them learn of better life untold.
But hark! my hidden power can aid them well,
When clouds of ignorance my face unveil.
