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Rh 'For the world was built in order,

And the atoms march in tune;

Rhyme the pipe, and Time the warder,

Cannot forget the sun, the moon.

Orb and atom forth they prance,

When they hear from far the rune;

None so backward in the troop,

When the music and the dance

Reach his place and circumstance,

But knows the sun-creating sound,

And, though a pyramid, will bound.

'Monadnoc is a mountain strong,

Tall and good my kind among;

But well I know, no mountain can

Measure with a perfect man.

For it is on temples writ,

Adamant is soft to wit:

And when the greater comes again

With my secret in his brain,

I shall pass, as glides my shadow

Daily over hill and meadow.