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A Voice In Nature.
With night-cap pyramidical , drawn tight O ' er care-worn brow , and hanging loose behind With silken tassel , look'd through optic tube ; Now here , now there , slow guiding with
his hands . By this the radiant image of the moon Dilated , pictur'd to his wond ' ring eye A new-discover'd world ; nor did there want Ocean and land and solid continent
, And mountains pregant with volcanic fire . Some planets circular appear'd and full ; And some with crescent horns , by other moons Attended ; now emerging , and now hid . Th' eternal constellations—they alone
Defied his utmost pow ' r ; they , distant , far , Wrapt in the dark immeusity of space , Unalter'd blaz'd ; nor deign'd a clear survey Of parts explain'd by computation nice .
Nor did they not excite some thoughts sublime . What if each gem that decks the brow of night Be in itself a sun as large as ours , Danc'd round by other systems great as
ours ; What if the star-bespangled vault display An infinite diversity of suns ; What if the glass can multiply these suns , Thick as the sands that strew the ocean ' s shore ; What if superior glasses can display
Unnumber'd more , beyond the reach of these ; And what if these be but a little part Of the great mass that fills eternal space ? Oh , how doth this exalt our thoughts of Him ,
Who rules , directs , and agitates the whole . The heav ' ns upsend one shout of praise to Him ! Oh , in the gen ' ral chorus let us join ; And let us call upon these sons of heav ' n To swell the Anthem with their Maker ' s
praise . And thou , oh Sun—upon thee first I call ; Best image of thy great Creator ' s pow ' r , He , who , like thee , beams only in those rays , In which from Nature he reflected shines ,
Himself inscrutable to mortal gaze ; Or image of his image—his Son ' s type , That intellectual Sun of Righteousness , Who rose upon a world in darkness lost . Oh thou , along whose path the seasons dance ,
Scatt ' ring the varied treasures of the year . Thou mover motionless—thou fix'd erratic Thou glorious contradiction in the sk y ; Thou cheater and delighter of our senses ; Who seemest now to rise , and now to set In ocean ' s bedfirm and unchang'd the
, while . By thee we measure our ideal lives ; Thyself the great idea , by whose course We mete the flight of all ideas else Which float , successive , in the mind of
man . Thou hast outliv'd the nations of mankind , Their generations and their centuries , From the first signal of created time , Which has begun , and yet shall end with thee , When both are swallow'd in eternit I
y Thou everlasting beacon to direct us , Amid the dull routine of mortal cares , To heav ' nly things;—for who , beholding thee , Feels not the goodness of that hand which
gave So fair a lamp to us ungrateful worms ? All hail , thou queller of the hostile storms , O ' er which thou rarest thy triumphal arch , The rainbow , wveath'd with many-colour'd hues .
Thou spirit , that dost animate the clouds That bri ghten into beauty as thou dost Paint their pale cheeks with blushes that suffuse Thy evening chariot . —Oh , thou mystic fountain Of the sev ' n colourswhich do brighten
, nature With their immortal hues , all mix'd in thee . Thou Giver of ideas to the eye ; Th yself the eye of heav ' n that looks through all . t
Shout , shout , Oh Sun , —thou king of many worlds , Thron'd in the centre;—shout the praise of Him , Who first array'd thee in a robe of fire ' , Who crown'd thee with a diadem of rays ; And bade the circling worlds , obedient , wheel
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
A Voice In Nature.
With night-cap pyramidical , drawn tight O ' er care-worn brow , and hanging loose behind With silken tassel , look'd through optic tube ; Now here , now there , slow guiding with
his hands . By this the radiant image of the moon Dilated , pictur'd to his wond ' ring eye A new-discover'd world ; nor did there want Ocean and land and solid continent
, And mountains pregant with volcanic fire . Some planets circular appear'd and full ; And some with crescent horns , by other moons Attended ; now emerging , and now hid . Th' eternal constellations—they alone
Defied his utmost pow ' r ; they , distant , far , Wrapt in the dark immeusity of space , Unalter'd blaz'd ; nor deign'd a clear survey Of parts explain'd by computation nice .
Nor did they not excite some thoughts sublime . What if each gem that decks the brow of night Be in itself a sun as large as ours , Danc'd round by other systems great as
ours ; What if the star-bespangled vault display An infinite diversity of suns ; What if the glass can multiply these suns , Thick as the sands that strew the ocean ' s shore ; What if superior glasses can display
Unnumber'd more , beyond the reach of these ; And what if these be but a little part Of the great mass that fills eternal space ? Oh , how doth this exalt our thoughts of Him ,
Who rules , directs , and agitates the whole . The heav ' ns upsend one shout of praise to Him ! Oh , in the gen ' ral chorus let us join ; And let us call upon these sons of heav ' n To swell the Anthem with their Maker ' s
praise . And thou , oh Sun—upon thee first I call ; Best image of thy great Creator ' s pow ' r , He , who , like thee , beams only in those rays , In which from Nature he reflected shines ,
Himself inscrutable to mortal gaze ; Or image of his image—his Son ' s type , That intellectual Sun of Righteousness , Who rose upon a world in darkness lost . Oh thou , along whose path the seasons dance ,
Scatt ' ring the varied treasures of the year . Thou mover motionless—thou fix'd erratic Thou glorious contradiction in the sk y ; Thou cheater and delighter of our senses ; Who seemest now to rise , and now to set In ocean ' s bedfirm and unchang'd the
, while . By thee we measure our ideal lives ; Thyself the great idea , by whose course We mete the flight of all ideas else Which float , successive , in the mind of
man . Thou hast outliv'd the nations of mankind , Their generations and their centuries , From the first signal of created time , Which has begun , and yet shall end with thee , When both are swallow'd in eternit I
y Thou everlasting beacon to direct us , Amid the dull routine of mortal cares , To heav ' nly things;—for who , beholding thee , Feels not the goodness of that hand which
gave So fair a lamp to us ungrateful worms ? All hail , thou queller of the hostile storms , O ' er which thou rarest thy triumphal arch , The rainbow , wveath'd with many-colour'd hues .
Thou spirit , that dost animate the clouds That bri ghten into beauty as thou dost Paint their pale cheeks with blushes that suffuse Thy evening chariot . —Oh , thou mystic fountain Of the sev ' n colourswhich do brighten
, nature With their immortal hues , all mix'd in thee . Thou Giver of ideas to the eye ; Th yself the eye of heav ' n that looks through all . t
Shout , shout , Oh Sun , —thou king of many worlds , Thron'd in the centre;—shout the praise of Him , Who first array'd thee in a robe of fire ' , Who crown'd thee with a diadem of rays ; And bade the circling worlds , obedient , wheel