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The
Book of the Native
by
Charles G.D. Roberts
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Two
Spheres
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While
eager angels watched in awe,
God fashioned with his hands
Two shining spheres to work his law,
And carry his commands.
With patient art he shaped them true,
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With
calm, untiring care;
And none of those bright watchers knew
Which one to call most fair.
He dropped one lightly down to earth
Amid the morning’s
blue—
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And
on a gossamer had birth
A bead of blinding dew.
It flamed across the hollow field,
On tiptoe to depart,
Outvied Arcturus, and revealed
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heaven in its heart.
He tossed the other into space
(As children toss a ball)
To swing forever in its place
With equal rise and fall;
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To flame
through the ethereal dark,
Among its brother spheres,
An orbit too immense to mark
The little tide of years. |
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