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Great is the sun, and wide he
goes
Through empty heaven without repose',
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays
Though closer still the blinds? we pull
To keep the shady parlour cool,
Yet he will find a chink4 or two
To slip his golden fingers through.
The dusty attic, spider-clad,
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;
And through the broken edge of tiles,
Into the laddered hayloft smiles.
Meantime his golden face around
He bares to all the garden ground,
And sheds a warm and glittering look
Among the ivy's inmost nook.
Above the hills, along the blue,
Round the bright air with footing true
To please the child, to paint the rose,
The gardener of the World, he goes,​

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