The Stars.Spanglets of heaven! Ye seem to meThe alphabet of immensity,By which I read, in dazzling light,The lofty name of the Infinite.Shine on! Shine on! in your depths of blue,’Till every heart can read it too,And every raptured eye that’s bentUp to the studded firmament,Catches the glow of your ceaseless rays,And glistens in the Eternal’s praise.Beautiful stars! ’Neath your rich beams,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 kneelAt the shrines of your splendor, more wildly feelThe torrents of bliss through his bosom flow,As he upward gazed from the dust below.Eyes of the universe! Gems divine!Suns that bask in your own pure shine!Countless guides of the awe-struck soul,As inquiring it rushes from pole to pole:I drink! I drink! at your fountains deep,While the world is locked in the arms of sleep,’Till filled with the Pythonic draught of light,My intoxicate spirit deems all things bright;And earth (and its deeds) is lost to me,Eclipsed by your dazzling radiency.—Dublin University Magazine.
The Stars.Spanglets of heaven! Ye seem to meThe alphabet of immensity,By which I read, in dazzling light,The lofty name of the Infinite.Shine on! Shine on! in your depths of blue,’Till every heart can read it too,And every raptured eye that’s bentUp to the studded firmament,Catches the glow of your ceaseless rays,And glistens in the Eternal’s praise.Beautiful stars! ’Neath your rich beams,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 kneelAt the shrines of your splendor, more wildly feelThe torrents of bliss through his bosom flow,As he upward gazed from the dust below.Eyes of the universe! Gems divine!Suns that bask in your own pure shine!Countless guides of the awe-struck soul,As inquiring it rushes from pole to pole:I drink! I drink! at your fountains deep,While the world is locked in the arms of sleep,’Till filled with the Pythonic draught of light,My intoxicate spirit deems all things bright;And earth (and its deeds) is lost to me,Eclipsed by your dazzling radiency.—Dublin University Magazine.
Spanglets of heaven! Ye seem to meThe alphabet of immensity,By which I read, in dazzling light,The lofty name of the Infinite.Shine on! Shine on! in your depths of blue,’Till every heart can read it too,And every raptured eye that’s bentUp to the studded firmament,Catches the glow of your ceaseless rays,And glistens in the Eternal’s praise.Beautiful stars! ’Neath your rich beams,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 kneelAt the shrines of your splendor, more wildly feelThe torrents of bliss through his bosom flow,As he upward gazed from the dust below.Eyes of the universe! Gems divine!Suns that bask in your own pure shine!Countless guides of the awe-struck soul,As inquiring it rushes from pole to pole:I drink! I drink! at your fountains deep,While the world is locked in the arms of sleep,’Till filled with the Pythonic draught of light,My intoxicate spirit deems all things bright;And earth (and its deeds) is lost to me,Eclipsed by your dazzling radiency.—Dublin University Magazine.
Spanglets of heaven! Ye seem to meThe alphabet of immensity,By which I read, in dazzling light,The lofty name of the Infinite.Shine on! Shine on! in your depths of blue,’Till every heart can read it too,And every raptured eye that’s bentUp to the studded firmament,Catches the glow of your ceaseless rays,And glistens in the Eternal’s praise.Beautiful stars! ’Neath your rich beams,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 kneelAt the shrines of your splendor, more wildly feelThe torrents of bliss through his bosom flow,As he upward gazed from the dust below.Eyes of the universe! Gems divine!Suns that bask in your own pure shine!Countless guides of the awe-struck soul,As inquiring it rushes from pole to pole:I drink! I drink! at your fountains deep,While the world is locked in the arms of sleep,’Till filled with the Pythonic draught of light,My intoxicate spirit deems all things bright;And earth (and its deeds) is lost to me,Eclipsed by your dazzling radiency.—Dublin University Magazine.
Spanglets of heaven! Ye seem to me
The alphabet of immensity,
By which I read, in dazzling light,
The lofty name of the Infinite.
Shine on! Shine on! in your depths of blue,
’Till every heart can read it too,
And every raptured eye that’s bent
Up to the studded firmament,
Catches the glow of your ceaseless rays,
And glistens in the Eternal’s praise.
Beautiful stars! ’Neath your rich beams,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 kneelAt the shrines of your splendor, more wildly feelThe torrents of bliss through his bosom flow,As he upward gazed from the dust below.
Beautiful stars! ’Neath your rich beams,
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!Suns that bask in your own pure shine!Countless guides of the awe-struck soul,As inquiring it rushes from pole to pole:I drink! I drink! at your fountains deep,While the world is locked in the arms of sleep,’Till filled with the Pythonic draught of light,My intoxicate spirit deems all things bright;And earth (and its deeds) is lost to me,Eclipsed by your dazzling radiency.—Dublin University Magazine.
Eyes of the universe! Gems divine!
Suns that bask in your own pure shine!
Countless guides of the awe-struck soul,
As inquiring it rushes from pole to pole:
I drink! I drink! at your fountains deep,
While the world is locked in the arms of sleep,
’Till filled with the Pythonic draught of light,
My intoxicate spirit deems all things bright;
And earth (and its deeds) is lost to me,
Eclipsed by your dazzling radiency.
—Dublin University Magazine.