Oski they call you
Wish-bringer
Os
Mouth, father of all language
His word-hoard unending
His skill, endless
Words come to life
their meanings he moulds well
Inspiration flows swift and clear
Though from a cool spring
Under the world-tree
Refreshing
A shock to the mind that quickens the heart
Inspire me wielder of words
Guide me, lord of language
Help me always find
Words to move the hardest heart and reach the toughest mind
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