Poem Hunter
(1672-1719 / England)


Poem By Joseph Addison

The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heav'ns, a shining frame,
Their great original proclaim:
Th' unwearied Sun, from day to day,
Does his Creator's power display,
And publishes to every land
The work of an Almighty Hand.

Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The Moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the list'ning Earth
Repeats the story of her birth:
Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets, in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.

What though, in solemn silence, all
Move round the dark terrestrial ball?
What though nor real voice nor sound
Amid their radiant orbs be found?
In Reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice,
For ever singing, as they shine,
'The Hand that made us is Divine.'

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In reason's ear they all rejoice And utter forth a glorious voice, For ever singing, as they shine, The hand that made us is Divine What a fantastic flight of imagery?
lovely poem. a pleasure to read. in the silence of night divine is heard.
A very beautiful poem of faith. I am surprised I have not seen this published often in anthologies. It's a smooth read, the language isn't offputtingly archaic, and those celestial images are truly magnificent and other worldly!
A superb song unfolding the sequence of nature's amazing manifestations and the great work entrusted to Sun as well as other starts in the constellation by it. Thanks for sharing it here.