The sequence starts, its fullest frame began,
In chase of none but the length of rivers ran.
Mark how it courses by our transient trust
And pauses not nor slows as slow it must.
Begotten once, twice it shall not live,
Our song forgotten peace the harmonies give.
Three on par, but One above,
As truth to life, and life to love.
Shallow men and deep deluded,
Curious wise, though wise because secluded.
Fallow ground even knows its time,
With cog, wheel, spring nor tragic chime.
My measured verse is fondly sang,
Its well beloved theme hardly reticent rang.
Look toward our sun dial and its silhouette gallows,
Trace the tyranny, mark well its guilty shadows.
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