Expanse cannot be lost

Expanse cannot be lost—
Not Joy, but a Decree
Is Deity—
His Scene, Infinity—
Whose rumor's Gate was shut so tight
Before my Beam was sown,
Not even a Prognostic's push
Could make a Dent thereon—

The World that thou hast opened
Shuts for thee,
But not alone,
We all have followed thee
Escape more slowly
To thy Tracts of Sheen—
The Tent is listening,
But the Troops are gone!
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