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Expanse cannot be lost-
Not Joy, but a Decree
Is Deity-
His Scene, Infinity-
Whose rumor's Gate was shut so tight
Before my Beam was sown,
Not even a Prognostic's push
Could make a Dent thereon-

The World that thou hast opened
Shuts for thee,
But not alone,
We all have followed thee-
Escape more slowly
To thy Tracts of Sheen-
The Tent is listening,
But the Troops are gone!