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 How the universe is but a song

From the bosom of nature springing,

And how weak is the echo in human hearts

Of the star music round us ringing.

Those stars who scattered through the sky

With their own beauty strew it,

Look fondly down as they would fain

Have called me to it.

Ah! no ye little twinkling stars

Yours be the circling heaven,

Dearer to me this earth—its joys

And woes—earth’s leaven.

Ye have no notion, ’lovéd stars,

Through your chill ether racing,

How fair a heaven unfolds o’er earth

At love’s embracing.

I know not whether it were dream or no,

But still in memory linger night’s creations,

How on the judgment page of Ged I gazed

And read the fate of nations.

Thoughts weighty as the mind of God himself

Above his head a hundredfold were streaming,

And beauteous as a star-lit night of spring

O’er his fair body gleaming.