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Man is the nobler growth our realms supply,
And souls are ripen'd in our northern sky.
This dead of midnight is the noon of thought,
And Wisdom mounts her zenith with the stars.
I read his awful name, emblazon'd high
With golden letters on th' illumin'd sky.
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