The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim; The unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an Almighty hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth; While all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. What though, in solemn silence, all Move round the dark terrestrial ball? What though no real voice or sound Amid their radiant orbs be found? In Reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice, Forever singing, as they shine, "The hand that made us is divine!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ANCIENT TO ANCIENTS by THOMAS HARDY SONNET: THE EVENING STAR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO THE MOON (1) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE RAZOR-SELLER by JOHN WOLCOTT OLD WYLIE'S STONE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE GOOD COUNSEL by WILLIAM ROSE BENET WHITHER? by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 39 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 34. REMINDING HER OF A PROMISE (1) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |