05.
Rotate the paper by 45 degrees and then fold the paper in half.
06.
Unfold the paper and draw a red line on the crease.
I rose -- because He sank -- I thought it would be opposite -- But when his power dropped -- My Soul grew straight. I cheered my fainting Prince -- I sang firm -- even -- Chants -- I helped his Film -- with Hymn -- And when the Dews drew off That held his Forehead stiff -- I met him -- Balm to Balm -- I told him Best -- must pass Through this low Arch of Flesh -- No Casque so brave It spurn the Grave -- I told him Worlds I knew Where Emperors grew -- Who recollected us If we were true -- And so with Thews of Hymn -- And Sinew from within -- And ways I knew not that I knew -- till then -- I lifted Him --