The Spacious Firmament on high, <br />With all the blue Ethereal Sky, <br />And spangled Heav'ns, a Shining Frame, <br />Their great Original proclaim: <br />Th' unwearied Sun, from day to day, <br />Does his Creator's Pow'r 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 list'ning Earth <br />Repeats the Story of her Birth: <br />Whilst all the Stars that round her burn, <br />And all the Planets, in their turn, <br />Confirm the Tidings as they rowl, <br />And spread the Truth from Pole to Pole. <br />What though, in solemn Silence, all <br />Move round the dark terrestrial Ball? <br />What tho' nor real Voice nor Sound <br />Amid their radiant Orbs be found? <br /> <br />In Reason's Ear they all rejoice, <br />And utter forth a glorious Voice, <br />For ever singing, as they shine, <br />The Hand that made us is Divine.<br /><br />Joseph Addison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-spacious-firmament/
