The Night
Mine is the sceptre of the sky,
And mine the starry worlds on high:
Those fountains of eternal light,
Which feed the immeasurable void
With life and splendour undestroyed,
And tell that God is infinite.
Thou knowest how the midnight sky,
Fills the weak heart with purity;
How all the dreams of wrath and sin,
That lurk the soul's lone caves within,
To make its peace their prey — take flight
Before the blessed breath of night.
Thou know'st the reverential sense
Of God and his omnipotence;
The tears of pleasantness that rise
" Up from the heart into the eyes " —
Thou know'st the sweet and solemn fear,
As if the holy dead were near,
And the deep touch of earthly love,
When the stars are shining bright above,
And all things that about us lie
Inhale their immortality.
If these have charms to move thee,
Follow and love me.
And mine the starry worlds on high:
Those fountains of eternal light,
Which feed the immeasurable void
With life and splendour undestroyed,
And tell that God is infinite.
Thou knowest how the midnight sky,
Fills the weak heart with purity;
How all the dreams of wrath and sin,
That lurk the soul's lone caves within,
To make its peace their prey — take flight
Before the blessed breath of night.
Thou know'st the reverential sense
Of God and his omnipotence;
The tears of pleasantness that rise
" Up from the heart into the eyes " —
Thou know'st the sweet and solemn fear,
As if the holy dead were near,
And the deep touch of earthly love,
When the stars are shining bright above,
And all things that about us lie
Inhale their immortality.
If these have charms to move thee,
Follow and love me.
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