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One sun by day, by night ten thousand shine, And light us deep into the Deity; How boundless in magnificence is night! O what a confluence of ethereal fires, From urns unnumber’d, down the steep of heaven, Streams to a point, and centres in my sight! Nor tarries there, I feel it at my heart. My heart, at once, it humbles, and exalts; Lays it in dust, and calls it to the skies. Who sees it unexalted? or unaw’d? Who sees it, and can stop at what is seen? Material offspring of Omnipotence! Inanimate, all animating birth! Work worthy Him who made it! worthy praise! All praise! praise more than human! nor denied Thy praise divine!—But tho’ man, drown’d in sleep, Withholds his homage, not alone I wake; Bright legions swarm unseen, and sing, unheard By mortal ear, the glorious Architect, In this his universal temple hung With lustres, with innumerable lights, That shed religion on the soul; at once The temple and the preacher! O how loved It calls devotion! genuine growth of night!

One sun by day, by night ten thousand shine, And light us deep into the Deity; How boundless in magnificence is night! O what a confluence of ethereal fires, From urns unnumber’d, down the steep of heaven, Streams to a point, and centres in my sight! Nor tarries there, I feel it at my heart. My heart, at once, it humbles, and exalts; Lays it in dust, and calls it to the skies. Who sees it unexalted? or unaw’d? Who sees it, and can stop at what is seen? Material offspring of Omnipotence! Inanimate, all animating birth! Work worthy Him who made it! worthy praise! All praise! praise more than human! nor denied Thy praise divine!—But tho’ man, drown’d in sleep, Withholds his homage, not alone I wake; Bright legions swarm unseen, and sing, unheard By mortal ear, the glorious Architect, In this his universal temple hung With lustres, with innumerable lights, That shed religion on the soul; at once The temple and the preacher! O how loved It calls devotion! genuine growth of night!
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In print by 1888 AD · industrial

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Page 418 · printed citation: Young · subject: NIGHT

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