O Son of Justice

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O Son of Justice

O SON OF JUSTICE!

Whither can a lover go
but to the land of his beloved?
and what seeker findeth rest away
from his heart’s desire?
To the true lover
reunion is life,
and separation is death.
His breast is void of patience
and his heart hath no peace.
A myriad lives he would forsake
to hasten to the abode
of his beloved.