Stars

The sad and solemn night
Hath yet her multitude of cheerful fires;
The glorious host of light
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The sad and solemn night
Hath yet her multitude of cheerful fires;
The glorious host of light
Walk the dark hemisphere till she retires;
All through her silent watches, gliding slow,
Her constellations come, and climb the heavens, and go.

The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
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The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.
Forever singing, as they shine,
The hand that made us is divine.

What are ye orbs?
The words of God? the Scriptures of the skies?

What are ye orbs?
The words of God? the Scriptures of the skies?

Surely the stars are images of love.

Surely the stars are images of love.

We have also a more sure word of prophecy; whereunto ye do well
that ye take heed, as unto read more

We have also a more sure word of prophecy; whereunto ye do well
that ye take heed, as unto a light that shineth in a dark place,
until the day dawn, and the day star arise in your hearts:
Knowing this first, that no prophecy of the scripture is of any
private interpretation.