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II.

[Ye dazzling stars above]

Ye dazzling stars above,
That deck the midnight sky;
Say, whence the mighty pow'r that thus
Suspended you on high.
Wide o'er the vast expanse
Your glitt'ring numbers roll;
And thus, methinks, in solemn strains,
You whisper to the soul:
‘For thee, from age to age,
Here silently we shine;
To lift thy thoughts from things below,
And lead them to divine.’