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"Earth, if aught should check thy race, / Rushing through unfended space, / Headlong, stayless, thou wilt fall / Into yonder glowing ball!"
"Beggar of the universe, / Faithless as an empty purse! / Sent abroad to cool and tame, / Think'st I fear my native flame?"
"If thou never on thy track / Turn thee round and hie thee back, / Thou wilt wander evermore, / Outcast, cold -- a comet hoar!"
"While I sweep my ring along / In an air of joyous song, / Thou art drifting, heart awry, / From the sun of liberty! "