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So when, with midnight's radiance streaming o'er us,
   From earth we gaze
To worlds on worlds and spaces vast before us,
   Our thoughts we raise,—

We mutely stand to gaze with awe and longing
   Upon the sky,
Where suns and stars and planets fair are thronging
   In majesty:—

Where ends creation? where is its beginning?
   Is our refrain:
From the dread silences no answer winning—
   We ask in vain.