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THE HEAVENS.
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!
