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STARLIGHT MUSINGS.
A part of Heaven itself. We know that ye
Are God's own thoughts writ by His mighty hand,
And that our wingéd souls, by mounting up
From earth and mingling with your flames, may catch
A portion of your living glory. We,
Chained darkly to the dust, may never list
With mortal car the lofty symphony
That ye are ever pealing in your swift
And radiant sweep through the eternal space;
Yet, with our listening spirits we can hear
Its echoes sounding nightly o'er the earth,
The solemn music of eternity.
Are God's own thoughts writ by His mighty hand,
And that our wingéd souls, by mounting up
From earth and mingling with your flames, may catch
A portion of your living glory. We,
Chained darkly to the dust, may never list
With mortal car the lofty symphony
That ye are ever pealing in your swift
And radiant sweep through the eternal space;
Yet, with our listening spirits we can hear
Its echoes sounding nightly o'er the earth,
The solemn music of eternity.
