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 —
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