The twilight and the raven pall
Of midnight; all alike proclaim
Thy great, thine all impressive name.
3And from the little worm, whose light
Shines palely through the shades of night,
Up to the sparkling stars that run
Their evening rounds--or glorious sun,
Rolling his car to twilight's rest--
All, all in thee is bright and blest.
4And over all--above, below,