All grandeur, mystery, love! In this, the time
Of dying day, all nature with her state
Of mountain ranges and her forests great,
The eternal order and the plan sublime,
Stands like a temple on whose walls of light
The beauties of creation’s day are shown—
A sanctuary, where is the Godhead’s throne
Veiled by the curtains of the holy night
Whose cupola high to the zenith towers,
A glorious harmony, a work divine,