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   The Darkened Light
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How stands the city on this winter night?
Does she glitter yet with the light of gold?
Does she glitter still with the light of hope?
And do her walls still stand against the cold?

No-- the gold has shone and faded away.
And the light of hope, the long-shining glow,
Has flickered and dimmed before the darkness.
The city's beseiged by a fearsome foe.

The doors are closed, the walls are crumbling,
And the oceans erode the granite ridges.
The city's people fight against themselves.
They spill their own blood to burn the bridges.

The beacon for all who must have freedom,
Though dark, still rests within the city's dome.
We, as one, must relight the fire for
Those hurtling through the darkness, toward home.

Pray for the pilgrims from all the lost places.
Pray, pray for the city upon the hill.
Pray not to my God, only to your own.
Pray that the beacon shines once more and always will.