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TO intercept his yellow planThe sun does not allowCaprices of the atmosphere;And even when the snow
Heaves balls of specks like vicious boyDirectly in his eye,Does not so much as turn his head—Busy with majesty!
'Tis his to stimulate the earth,And magnetize the sea,And bind astronomy in place—Yet any passer-by
Would deem Ourselves the busier,As the minutest beeThat rides supports a thunder,A bomb to justify!
