The spacious firmament on high,
With
all the blue, ethereal sky,
And
spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their
great Original proclaim.
Th'unwearied
sun from day to day
Does
his Creator's power display,
And
publishes to every land
The
work of an almighty hand
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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
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What
though in solemn silence all
Move
round the dark terrestrial ball?
What
though no real voice nor 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."