The fairy beam upon you,
The stars to glister on you:
A moon of light,
In the noon of night,
Till the fire-drake hath o'er-gone you.
The wheel of fortune guide you,
The boy with the bow beside you
Run aye in the way,
Till the bird of day,
And the luckier lot betide you.
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