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A NIGHT THOUGHT.
How grandly solemn is this arch of night,How wonderfully beautiful and vast,
Crowded with worlds enswathed in living light,
Coeval with the immeasurable past!
With what a placid and effulgent face
The mild moon travels 'mid her golden isles,
And on the earth, asleep in night's embrace,
Pours the sweet light of her serenest smiles!
Can I, O God, who tremble here with awe,
Doubt the Designer, scoff at the design,
Deny that all is of Thy wisdom Thine,
Fashioned by Thee, and governed by Thy law?
I marvel at that being who can see,
In these Thy mighty works, no evidence of Thee.
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