As down from heaven their glory streams,
When silence has sealed up the lips of Earth,
And thought, more wild than the winds, has birth,
I wander! I wander! with untold joy,
To feast my soul on the orb-lit sky;
And never did Chaldee, when taught to kneel
At the shrines of your splendor, more wildly feel
The torrents of bliss through his bosom flow,
As he upward gazed from the dust below.
Eyes of the universe! Gems divine!