Till time shall be no more, and thou art done.”
“And what though thou, fair Sun!
May’st boast a mighty sway?
That earth, moon and every planet
Roll round thee their imperial seat,
And thy power obey?
From him begun
Thou brilliant Sun,
And all ye hosts of heaven your course to run.”
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