A Look At The Heavens.
By John Clare
O who can witness with a careless eye The countless lamps that light an evening sky, And not be struck with wonder at the sight! To think what mighty Power must there abound, That burns each spangle with a steady light, And guides each hanging world its rolling round. What multitudes my misty eye have found; The countless numbers speak a Deity: In numbers numberless the skies are crown'd, And still they're nothing which my sight can see, When science, searching through her aiding glass, In seeming blanks to me can millions trace; While millions more, that every heart impress, Still brighten up throughout eternal space. O Power Almighty! whence these beings shine, All wisdom's lost in comprehending thine.
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