My God-he Sees Thee-

Emily Dickinson

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My God—He sees thee—
Shine thy best—
Fling up thy Balls of Gold
Till every Cubit play with thee
And every Crescent hold—
Elate the Acre at his feet—
Upon his Atom swim—
Oh Sun—but just a Second’s right
In thy long Race with him!

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