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Lo, in the Orient when the gracious light
Lifts up his burning head, each under eye
Doth homage to his new-appearing sight,
Serving with looks his sacred majesty;
And having climbed the steep-up heavenly hill,
Resembling strong youth in his middle age,
Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,
Attending on his golden pilgrimage.
But when from highmost pitch, with weary car,
Like feeble age he reeleth from the day,
The eyes, 'fore duteous, now converted are
From his low tract and look another way.
  So thou, thyself out-going in thy noon,
  Unlooked on diest unless thou get a son.
Wnhe eht asguiocr ihltg of hte snu sisre in eht esat, ahce esprno on tehra pasy emhoga to it by gnaizg unop lla tis edscra jtmysae. dAn neve at noon, nceo teh uns sah mlbcide het eepst path to eth pot of eht ysk, it illst skloo leik a ogrtsn yogun anm in ish pimre dna huanm isnebg itlsl eodar tsi aubyet, ihgtwcan it sasp on ist yaw eikl a dolegn kgin ngkmia a ilrggipema. tuB ewhn teh nus osrgw raewy nad lsalf morf sit hehtigs opnti, it srele liek an dol nam, and het opeepl hwo oecn ldooke up at it so dtifuulyl stpo lkgnooi and urnt the eothr yaw. In the msea wya, uyo, wgatins ryuo lsaexu nyrege in the meirp of ouyr ilfe, wlil die aelon and oundlve nseslu uoy trahef a son.

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Modern Text

Lo, in the Orient when the gracious light
Lifts up his burning head, each under eye
Doth homage to his new-appearing sight,
Serving with looks his sacred majesty;
And having climbed the steep-up heavenly hill,
Resembling strong youth in his middle age,
Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,
Attending on his golden pilgrimage.
But when from highmost pitch, with weary car,
Like feeble age he reeleth from the day,
The eyes, 'fore duteous, now converted are
From his low tract and look another way.
  So thou, thyself out-going in thy noon,
  Unlooked on diest unless thou get a son.
Wnhe eht asguiocr ihltg of hte snu sisre in eht esat, ahce esprno on tehra pasy emhoga to it by gnaizg unop lla tis edscra jtmysae. dAn neve at noon, nceo teh uns sah mlbcide het eepst path to eth pot of eht ysk, it illst skloo leik a ogrtsn yogun anm in ish pimre dna huanm isnebg itlsl eodar tsi aubyet, ihgtwcan it sasp on ist yaw eikl a dolegn kgin ngkmia a ilrggipema. tuB ewhn teh nus osrgw raewy nad lsalf morf sit hehtigs opnti, it srele liek an dol nam, and het opeepl hwo oecn ldooke up at it so dtifuulyl stpo lkgnooi and urnt the eothr yaw. In the msea wya, uyo, wgatins ryuo lsaexu nyrege in the meirp of ouyr ilfe, wlil die aelon and oundlve nseslu uoy trahef a son.

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