And thus thy gentle shades seem formed to be 45
A quiet haven from a troubled sea.
Here Nature walks in brightness, and each star
Is as an altar, lit by her afar,
To His great name who bound the radiant sphere.
Each on its path foreknown, their song we hear 50
Hymning along the pure and cloudless sky
The awful story of their mystery;
For the mind tracks them, as their course they take,
E’en as with tongues of men their voices spake.