Its glories to the day unfurled
Are resting o’er our circling world,
And lit by many a brilliant star
At night that archway beams afar.
And on its breast so pure and high
The burning paths of planets lie,
Planets which ’neath its folds had birth
When worlds on worlds first smiled o’er earth,
And northern-lights and comets play,
And meteors gleam, then die away.