Invocation for Justice (2)

GOD, I am bathing my face
In the nine rays of the sun,
As Mary bathed her Son
     In generous milk fermented.
Sweetness be in my face,
Riches be in my countenance,
Comb-honey be in my tongue,
     My breath as the incense.
Black is yonder house,
Blacker men therein;
I am the white swan,
     Queen over them.
I will go in the name of God,
In likeness of deer, in likeness of horse,
In likeness of serpent, in likeness of king,
     More victorious am I than all persons.


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