Hail the blest atomic morn
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Unto the earth a bomb is born
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The pebble bed reactor core
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Up to the sky ascends.
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Hail the blest atomic sea,
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Its mouth in Oak Ridge, Tennessee
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Whose lips untouched with blasphemy
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Our glowing eyes attend
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Bishops wrapped in Bedford cloth
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Said pride would cast our victories off,
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The Deep Blue to our Kasparov
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Our moral thoughts impart.
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Time will fill the rubbish yard
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fill the hospitals, fill the graveyards
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But neither time nor I can hold your 1985 Chernobyl heart.
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Brightest and best
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Are the children of the morning.
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Dawn on our darkness
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And lend us thine aid
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In unmysterious ways
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We re-enacted closet plays
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From charming, Magic Lantern days
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For the android whales below
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You’d be cast as the Nazarene
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In the unrepenting desert scene
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Near to me, your Mary Magdalene,
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Our Lady of the Snow,
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Brightest and best
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Are the children of the morning.
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Dawn on our darkness
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And lend us thine aid
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Star of the west horizon deforming,
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Come dawn in our darkness.
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Lend us thine aid
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Guide where our infant redeemer is laid
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Guide where our infant redeemer is laid |