Primer than all the Ages,
One with the Evermore,
Key to Life's sybil pages,
Prophet whose only lore,
Time, tho' he muse the Writing--
Why so crabbed the cypher run,
Shall yet word to the heart's inviting
Clear-copied than myriad Sun.
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Vaster than all relation,
Divine, tho' mid Dark he grew,
Lest, paltering the fierce negation,
Unblest come the only True!