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My God—He sees thee—
Shine thy best—
Fling up thy ***** of Gold
Till every Cubit play with thee
And every Crescent hold—
Elate the Acre at his feet—
Upon his Atom swim—
Oh Sun—but just a Second’s right
In thy long Race with him!
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1178
My God—He sees thee—
Shine thy best—
Fling up thy ***** of Gold
Till every Cubit play with thee
And every Crescent hold—
Elate the Acre at his feet—
Upon his Atom swim—
Oh Sun—but just a Second’s right
In thy long Race with him!
