Meditation 8 (‘I kenning through astronomy divine’)  24150

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    I kenning through astronomy divine
         The world's bright battlement, wherein I spy
    A golden path my pencil cannot line,
         From that bright throne unto my threshold lie.
         And while my puzzled thoughts about it pore
         If find the bread of life in at my door.
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