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Thy will is done, O God! The star hath ridden high Thro' many a tempest, but she rode Beneath thy burning eye; And here, in thought, to thee – In thought that can alone Ascend thy empire and so be    A partner of thy throne – By winged Fantasy, My embassy is given, Till secrecy shall knowledge be    In the environs of Heaven."

She ceas'd – and buried then her burning cheek Abash'd, amid the lilies there, to seek A shelter from the fervor of His eye; For the stars trembled at the Deity.