So one who entertain’d

The prosperous of the earth;

No good from any gain’d,

But lost his wealth and worth;

In wrath he gather’d round

The indigent and old;

Each wretch, amazed he found,

Had left a gift of gold.

So one who sought a land

Where all the earth is ore;

But had he sifted sand

He would have gather’d more.

II

The Sun arose and took

The lofty heav’ns of right;

From out the heav’ns he shook

The pestilence of his light.

He paced upon his path

And from his right hand hurl’d

The javelins of his wrath,

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