Thy foes to hunt, thy enviers to strike down,
Poises Arcturus aloft morning and evening his spear.
Not in their houses stand the stars,
But o'er the pinnacles of thine!
From thy worth and weight the stars gravitate,
And the equipoise of heaven is thy house's equipoise.
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