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Hymn

HE spacious firmament on high,   With all the blue ethereal sky,   And spangled heavens, 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 listening 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   Amidst 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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Joseph Addison

Joseph Addison (1 May 1672 – 17 June 1719) was an English essayist, poet, playwright and politician. He was the eldest son of The Reverend Lance…

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