The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great original proclaim: The 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 u...p 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, Amid 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.'
[Joseph Addison 1672-1719]
