Each of these stars is a religious house;
I saw their altars smoke, their incense rise;
And heard hosannas ring through every sphere, 1883
A seminary fraught with future gods.
Nature all o’er is consecrated ground,
Teeming with growths immortal, and divine.
The Great Proprietor’s all-bounteous hand
Leaves nothing waste; but sows these fiery fields
With seeds of reason, which to virtues rise
Beneath His genial ray; and, if escaped 1890