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Nor far they steppèd when on culm’inant height where stretcht a gem-enamel’d mead they stood; Smaragd and Ruby-strewn, so rich the sight presumed ’twas Paradisial floor they trod:
Here swimmeth air a Globe, through which the light of purest radiance piercèd in such mode that as its polisht surface clearest clear, so doth its centre and its core appear.