Hymn to the stars

When I survey the bright celestial sphere

So rich with jewels hung

That Night doth like an Ethiope bride appear,

My soul her wings doth spread and heavenward flies,

The Almighty's mysteries

To read in the large volumes of the skies.

No unregarded star contracts its light

Into so small a character

Removed far from our human sight.

But if we steadfast look, we shall discern

In it, as in some holy book,

How man may heavenly knowledge learn.

For the bright firmament shoots forth no flame

So silent, but is eloquent

In speaking the Creator's name.