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Heaven's lovely bow its arch expands,
The pledge by God to mortals given:
The glorious wonders of His hands
Illume the glowing page of heaven.

By day is heard a thrilling voice,
Proclaiming loud His guardian love:
By night those kindling orbs rejoice,
Amid their silent march above.

And though upon the careless ear
No accents fall of prayer and praise,
The listening child of God may hear
Those hymning spheres their tribute raise.




THE FADED FLOWER.
I gazed at morn. The tender flower
Bloomed brightly at that early hour;
And fair in nature's radiant bloom,
Wafted around its rich perfume.

I gazed when day's soft light had fled;
Decay and death their blight had shed:
The wind's rude blast had o'er it swept;
Nature her dewy tear-drops wept.