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 Shines not its vestal moon with purer light?
 * Hath not its galaxy more lustrous hue,
 * While star-clouds, set in heavens more deeply blue,

Still gladden ours, as erst Magellan's sight? O would that while the old grey mountains sleep
 * There might be silence in the which to find

Grand music! But if joyous creatures keep
 * Perpetual chorus, shall my captious mind

Object? Creation's harmonies lie deep,
 * But to the soul attuned the parts are well combined.

G. Longmore.