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1. Still turning to their aim in thee the sacrificer's sister hymnsHave come to thee before the wind.
2. Even the waters find their place in him whose three fold sacred grassIs spread unbound, unlimited.
3. The station of the bounteous God, by his unconquerable aid,Hath a fair aspect like the Sun.