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The day recedes, and twilight's neutral shade

Succeeds in turn, and ushers in the night,

Whose wings, outstretched and shadowy, descend,

And in nocturnal mantle robes the scene.

A hush prevails! Oppressive and profound;

A silence, broken only by the breeze;

A dormant quiet-essence and repose;

Pervading calm and sweet oblivion—

As nature wrapt in soft refreshing sleep.

Far in the east a solitary star

Peeps through the sombre curtain of the night—

In hesitating dubitation burns;

In lonely splendor, flashes for a time,

Till scattering celestial lights appear—

The vanguard of an astral multitude

Of constellations, jewelled and serene,

Which fill the lofty dome of space, until

The heavens sparkle with the myriad

Of spectra, nebulae and satellite;

With stellar scintillation, and the orbs

Of less refulgence, which, reflective shine;

With falling star and trailing meteor;

In one grand culmination, glittering

To their Creator's glory!

A burst of mellow lunar radiance

Inundates and illuminates the scene;

The waxing moon, in her meridian full,

Her beam vicarious disseminates,

And shining, hides with her superior light,

The twinkling beauty of the firmament!

At the stupendous and inspiring sight

Of cosmic grandeur of the universe,

A sense of vague and overwhelming awe;

Of inconceivable immensity,

The being's inmost recess permeates;

And man, the atom in comparison,

In spellbound admiration, mutely stands;

With speculative meditation, dwells

On that most solemn of impressive thoughts,

The goodness of the Deity to man!^[A]