The Privy Prairie: Somewhere

Somewhere

Where?
Somewhere
Running?
I would rather be walking.

By the Sun and his glorious splendour;
By the Moon as she follows him;
By the Day as it shows up the Sun's glory;
By the Night as it conceals it;
By the Firmament and its wonderful structure;
By the Earth and its wide expanse;
By the Soul and the proportion and order given to it;
And its enlightenment as to its wrong and right;
Truly he succeeds that purifies it;
And he fails that corrupts it!

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