When darkness falls, and night is here,
My hymns of praise in silence rise,--
This knows the moon, whose silver sphere
Shines in the star bespangled skies.

When morning breaks, and glorious day
Shines in the dawn and noontide fair,--
This knows the sun--a grateful lay
Springs from my heart in fervent prayer,

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When fails the light at sunset grey,
And twilight listens for my song,--
This know the stars,--in bright array,
My praises mingle with their throng.