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The Sun said, ‘I have trod The hateful Darkness dead, And the hand of approving God Is placed upon my head.’

And cried, ‘Where art thou, Night? Come forth, thou Worm; appear, That I may slay thee quite.’ And the Night answered, ‘Here.’

And the Sun said, ‘My might Is next to His, Most High; Canst thou destroy me, Night?’ And the Night answered, ‘Aye.’