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1584 Expanse cannot be lost— Not Joy, but a Decree Is Deity— His Scene, Infinity— Whose rumor's Gate was shut so tight Before my Beam was sown, Not even a Prognostic's push Could make a Dent thereon— The World that thou hast opened Shuts for thee, But not alone, We all have followed thee— Escape more slowly To thy Tracts of Sheen— The Tent is listening, But the Troops are gone! Edited by Peter Carter
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