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THE STARS.
Shall that grand, endless scroll, writ all in light,Letter on letter, small or capital,
(If aught which that expresses can be small);
Cursive, or stationary to Man's sight,
Line upon line extended infinite;
Star upon star, with His light, who is all
Light of light, shone through, then asunder fall,
Like scattered types, nor legibly there write
The Name of God? Forbid it Eye that sees,
Enraptured, dazzled, on the darkness flung
Those diamonds of the sky, that milky fleece
Of light, like lappet of His star-robe hung
Aloft! Forbid it Soul that cannot cease
To yearn! Forbid it Wonder without tongue!
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