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Treasures Afar

Abides a treasury created by
The spoken Logos in past tense of old
And "hiding openly" midst ways retold,
Which stretches from nigh to far heaven's high.
Its faraway depths rest beyond one's eye
In many storied tiers of vast unfold,
With lovely fiery designs enscrolled
On parchment spanning the steep endless sky!

And darkness' the opening and door
That's entered to behold this rich affair;
And, lo, without the dark, dim that far shore.

Poor earthly paupers peer on treasures rare
By way of the night into heaven's store
And gather "pennies" which these treasures share!