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!