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God the Creator.
Thou silver moon, ye host of stars,
The universal song Through the serene and silent night
To listening worlds prolong.
Sing Him, ye distant worlds and suns, From whence no travelling ray
Hath yet to us, through ages past, Had time to make its way.
Assist, ye raging storms, and bear
On rapid wings His praise, From north to south, from east to west,
Through heaven, and earth, and seas.
Exert your voice, ye furious fires That rend the watery cloud,
And thunder to this nether world Your Maker's words aloud.
Ye works of God, that dwell unknown
Beneath the rolling main ; Ye birds, that sing among the groves,
And sweep the azure plain ;
Ye stately hills, that rear your heads, And towering pierce the sky ;
Ye clouds, that with an awful pace Majestic roll on high ;
Ye insects small, to which one leaf
Within its narrow sides A vast extended world displays,
And spacious realms provides;