638 To my small Hearth His fire came— And all my House aglow Did fan and rock, with sudden light— `Twas Sunrise—`twas the Sky— Impanelled from no Summer brief— With limit of Decay— `Twas Noon—without the News of Night— Nay, Nature, it was Day—SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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