Warden of the creator's realm/
When mortal's in deep dream./
Wanderst the night/
When blushing sun's no more sight./
In God's very kingdom/
Where reside many a finest diamond.//
Tho' attired in golden robe/
Never for power grope./
Painted with grace/
Is his plump face./
Worshipped in awe by mortals/
Yet remain God's loyal vassal.//
Witnessed civilizations of ev'ry age/
And of times passage./
Of ev'ry drudge and crown/
Ev'n of nations unknown./
Immortal being as he/
Is what I long to be.//
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