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Almighty Potter, on whose wheel of blue
The world is fashioned and is broken too,
Why to the race of men is heaven so dire?
In what, O wheel, have I offended you?
Fair wheel of heaven silvered with many a star,
Whose sickly arrows strike us from afar,
Never a purpose to my soul was dear
But heaven crashed down my little dream to mar.
Never a bird within my sad heart sings
But heaven a flaming stone of thunder flings—
O valiant wheel! O most courageous heaven!—
And leaves me lonely with the broken wings.
Great wheel that pauses not for all our cries,
How fair to look on are your morning skies!
'Tis but at night I fear your placid blue,—
So very evil are your silver eyes.
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