I open my scuttle at night and see the far-sprinkled systems, And all I see multiplied as high as I can cipher edge but the rim of the farther systems.
Sprouts take and accumulate, stand by the curb prolific and vital, Landscapes projected masculine, full-sized and golden.
Why should I pray?
Long live exact demonstration!
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I visit the orchards of spheres and look at the product, And look at quintillions ripen'd and look at quintillions green.
We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers, There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them.
Mix'd tussled hay of head, beard, brawn, it shall be you!
I chant the chant of dilation or pride, We have had ducking and deprecating about enough, I show that size is only development.
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