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The UNIVERSE.
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More distant still, our Earth comes rolling on,
And forms a wider Circle round the Sun:
With her the Moon, Companion ever dear!
Her Course attending through the shining Year.

See, Mars, alone, runs his appointed Race,
And measures out, exact, the destin'd Space:
Nor nearer does he wind, nor farther stray,
But finds the Point whence first he roll'd away.

More yet remote from Day's all-cheering Source,
Large Jupiter performs his constant Course:
Four friendly Moons, with borrow'd Lustre, rise,
Bestow their Beams, benign, and light his Skies.

Farthest and last, scarce warm'd by Phœbus' Ray,
Through his wide Orbit Saturn wheels away.
How great the Change, could we be wafted there!
How slow the Seasons! and how long the Year!

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