by: Joseph Addison (1672-1719)
POEMS BY JOSEPH ADDISON
- HE spacious
firmament on high,
- With all the blue ethereal sky,
- And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
- Their great Original proclaim.
- Th' unwearied Sun from day to day
- Does his Creator's power display;
- And publishes to every land
- The work of an Almighty hand.
- Soon as the evening shades prevail,
- The Moon takes up the wondrous tale;
- And nightly to the listening Earth
- Repeats the story of her birth:
- Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
- And all the planets in their turn,
- Confirm the tidings as they roll,
- And spread the truth from pole to pole.
- What though in solemn silence all
- Move round the dark terrestrial ball;
- What though nor real voice nor sound
- Amidst their radiant orbs be found?
- In Reason's ear they all rejoice,
- And utter forth a glorious voice;
- For ever singing as they shine,
- 'The Hand that made us is divine.'