The spacious firmament on high, <br />With all the blue ethereal sky, <br />And spangled heavens, a shining frame <br />Their great Original proclaim. <br />Th’unwearied sun, from day to day, <br />Does his Creator’s powers display, <br />And publishes to every land <br />The work of an Almighty Hand. <br /> <br />Soon as the evening shades prevail <br />The moon takes up the wondrous tale, <br />And nightly to the listening earth <br />Repeats the story of her birth; <br />While all the stars that round her burn <br />And all the planets in their turn, <br />Confirm the tidings as they roll, <br />And spread the truth from pole to pole. <br /> <br />What though in solemn silence all <br />Move round the dark terrestrial ball? <br />What though no real voice nor sound <br />Amid the radiant orbs be found? <br />In reason’s ear they all rejoice, <br />And utter forth a glorious voice, <br />Forever singing as they shine, <br />“The hand that made us is divine.”<br /><br />Joseph Addison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spacious-firmament-on-high-the/
