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THE HEAVENS.
"The Heavens declare the glory of god, and the
firnament showeth his handy-work."
Is it not glorious—the arch of blue
Spread out above us by our Maker's hand?
The mighty dome a heaven-built temple knew,
When springing forth at God's all-wise command;
How it doth stretch away o'er sea and land,
Unpillared—since the hour His mandate clear
Fixed its unmeasured limit, thus to stand
Till the last trump shah burst upon the ear,
And nations wake from death, their final doom to hear!
