  Speeds the day in silent flight, on the sombre wings of night, As the dying sunlight glimmers in the west; Soon the shadows cease to creep, for the sun has gone to sleep, And the scene is wrapped in somnolence and rest. From a solitary star, in the realms of space afar, Faintly twinkling through the shadows of the night, See the stellar force increased, till the scintillating east Seems a galaxy of constellations bright. With its glittering display, see the gorgeous Milky Way, Which in twain the vaulted universe divides, As the bridal veil serene of some fair celestial queen, Who, in jewelled state, o'er astral space presides. All the heavens seem in tune, and the vacillating moon Bathes the landscape with her floods of silvery light; Though the scenes of day are fair, naught in splendor can compare With the grandeur of the firmament at night. "High up on the cliffs in their dwellings, Which were apertures walled up with rocks, Lived this people, sequestered and happy; Their dwellings now serve the wild fox." "See page 121" |
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