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But I guess by the stir of this music What raptures in Heaven can be,
Where the sound is Thy marvellous stillness, And the music is light out of Thee.
THE STARRY SKIES.
The starry skies, they rest, my soul,
Its chains of care unbind, And with the dew of cooling thoughts
Refresh my sultry mind.
And, like a bird amidst the boughs,
I rest, and sing, and rest, Among those bright dissevered worlds,
As safe as in a nest.
And oft I think the starry sprays Swing with me where I light,
While brighter branches lure me o'er New gulfs of purple night.
Yes, something draws me upward there As morning draws the lark ;
Only my spell, whate'er it is, Works better in the dark.