Sun of many, light on us,
Bringer of the day we trust.
Progeny of nebulae,
Father of the human race.
Brothers yonder, calling sight,
Hope for us and morrows life.
Bring us soon to feel your rays,
See us to the ending days.
Cluster foreign, ring divine,
Arms of sand and eternal sign.
To venture forth and settle, may
Our children be the way.
Spanning force, web entire,
Compendium and sovereign tier.
Link us, all, those yet to find
And the knowledge mercantile.
A requiem, rufescent gold,
Patriarch, fire soul,
Your children of the dust live free,
On wings, the gift of thee.
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