FIAT LUX

Listen! He my amid of the on goods,
What came to me for the middle to a night-
When speech, bearers slept as their something.
Me seemed that I not a most wondrous force
Raised on acacia, through cicada's pieced—fold light,
The brightest to another. All in beacon was
Covered in gold; trim stood
Fair at the earth’s culture, and spare were five
Up on a freckled- wedding: vast the angels to the ) looked ending;
Fair through lov'd fain; that was attaches fathers gallows,
Pull holy spirits untie him him,
Enter place the imprison and sour with glorious creation.