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HYMN OF THE UNIVERSE.
“Behold, the Heaven, and the Heaven of Heavens, cannot contain Thee.”
—1 Kings viii, 27.
Roll on, thou Sun! in glory roll,
Thou Giant, rushing through the Heaven,
Creation's wonder, Nature's soul,
That hast no Morn, and hast no Even;
The Planets die without thy blaze;
The Cherubim, with star-dropt wing,
Float on the ocean of thy rays.
Thou brightest emblem of their King!
Thou Giant, rushing through the Heaven,
Creation's wonder, Nature's soul,
That hast no Morn, and hast no Even;
The Planets die without thy blaze;
The Cherubim, with star-dropt wing,
Float on the ocean of thy rays.
Thou brightest emblem of their King!
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Roll, lovely Earth, in night and noon,
With Ocean's band of beauty bound,
While one sweet orb, the pearly Moon,
Pursues thee through the blue profound;
And angels, with delighted eyes,
Behold thy plains, and mounts, and streams,
In day's magnificence of dyes,
Swift whirling, like transcendent dreams.
With Ocean's band of beauty bound,
While one sweet orb, the pearly Moon,
Pursues thee through the blue profound;
And angels, with delighted eyes,
Behold thy plains, and mounts, and streams,
In day's magnificence of dyes,
Swift whirling, like transcendent dreams.
Roll, Planets, on your dazzling road,
For ever sweeping round the Sun.
What eye beheld, when first ye glowed?
What eye shall see your courses done?
Roll, in your solemn majesty,
Ye deathless splendours of the skies,
Ye Altars, from which angels see
The incense of Creation rise.
For ever sweeping round the Sun.
What eye beheld, when first ye glowed?
What eye shall see your courses done?
Roll, in your solemn majesty,
Ye deathless splendours of the skies,
Ye Altars, from which angels see
The incense of Creation rise.
Roll, Comets, on your flaming cars,
Ye heralds of sublimer skies;
Roll on, ye million-million Stars,
Ye hosts, ye heavens of galaxies!
Ye, who the wilds of Nature roam,
Unknown to all but angels' wings,
Tell us, in what more glorious dome,
Rules all your worlds, the King of Kings?
Ye heralds of sublimer skies;
Roll on, ye million-million Stars,
Ye hosts, ye heavens of galaxies!
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Unknown to all but angels' wings,
Tell us, in what more glorious dome,
Rules all your worlds, the King of Kings?
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