The Ode

AN ODE The spacious firmament on high , With all the blue ethereal sky , And spangled heavens ,a shining frame , Their great Original proclaim . The 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 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 ! ” Jan Bagwell God Bless !!