For the full measure of perfection. Oh!
I have gazed upon night’s starry volume,
Till I have read long lessons of delight,
And drank the raptures of another world.
Thought, living thought, burns to embrace the whole
Of those deep mysteries eternity
Conceals from mortal understanding; and
The mind speaks out, and questions every beam
Which falls from the bright reservoir of heaven—
Interrogates each plant and breathing thing—