Thy wondrous power—the everlasting theme
From day to day, from night to night renewed.
The night is deep, and ocean sleeps in calm;
The winds are hushed, and with them hushed awhile
The storm in human breasts.—Look on the heavens!
Disturbed by fitful clouds, which recent winds
Have torn and flung in fleecy whiteness there,
I see amid the desert waste of blue,
Bright stars, which gleam with interrupted light.
Beautiful stars! yet, though careering now