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There's not a breath the dewy leaves to stir;

There's not a cloud to spot the sapphire sky;

All nature seems a silent worshipper:

While saintly Dian, with great, argent eye,

Looks down as lucid from the depths on high,

As she to earth were Heaven's interpreter:

Each twinkling little star shrinks back, too shy

Its lesser glory to obtrude by her

Who fills the concave and the world with light;

And ah! the human spirit must unite

In such a harmony of silent lays,

Or be the only discord in this night,

Which seems to pause for vocal lips to raise

The sense of worship into uttered praise.