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The Sun and Moon must make their haste-
The Stars express around
For in the Zones of Paradise
The Lord alone is burned-
His Eye, it is the East and West-
The North and South when He
Do concentrate His Countenance
Like Glow Worms, flee away-
Oh Poor and Far-
Oh Hindred Eye
That hunted for the Day-
The Lord a Candle entertains
Entirely for Thee-