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POEMS.
Who numbers those orbs that shed light on all lands?
Who looseth Orion's bright silvery bands?
Who knoweth the place where the lost Pleiad hides?
Why sway 'neath yon moon the swift answering tides?
Who looseth Orion's bright silvery bands?
Who knoweth the place where the lost Pleiad hides?
Why sway 'neath yon moon the swift answering tides?
Where do the birds hide at night?
O! when will our wonderings end?
Thou ocean—what holds back thy slumbering might?
Ye clouds—how in drops do your treasures descend?
O! when will our wonderings end?
Thou ocean—what holds back thy slumbering might?
Ye clouds—how in drops do your treasures descend?
Who steers the black cloud with the thunderbolt riven?
Who guides the white soul on its pathway to heaven?
And who, in the fathomless depths of the sea,
Bids pearls faintly image His own Purity?
Who guides the white soul on its pathway to heaven?
And who, in the fathomless depths of the sea,
Bids pearls faintly image His own Purity?
Who perfumes the lily—who painteth the rose?
Who hushes sad hearts to a holy repose?
Though answer these questions the wise may aright
Still, I wondering ask—where the birds hide at night?
Who hushes sad hearts to a holy repose?
Though answer these questions the wise may aright
Still, I wondering ask—where the birds hide at night?
