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Rh Already my rocks lie light,

And soon my cone will spin.

For the world was built in order,

And the atoms march in tune;

Rhyme the pipe, and Time the warder,

The sun obeys them and 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,

Zion or Meru, measure with man.

For it is on zodiacs 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.

Through all time, in light, in gloom

Well I hear the approaching feet