Upstepping, and widely
To what no path true
Leads on, but for wealth of space
Flaunts its avenue!
Day itself, gold-carriaged
Trundling out a mist
With it, that kingly image
Squares. Serving best!
All of a gladness decked out
We, who ride abreast!
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