Values

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Title:     Values
Author: Alfred Noyes [More Titles by Noyes]

The moon that sways the rhythmic seas,
The wheeling earth, the marching sky,--
I ask not whence the order came
That moves them all as one.

These are your chariots. Nor shall these
Appal me with immensity;
I know they carry one heart of flame
More precious than the sun.

[The end]
Alfred Noyes's poem: Values

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