NIGHT of infinite power and infinite silence and space, >From you may mortals infer, if ever, the scope divine!

The jealous sun conceals all but his arrogant face, You bid the Milky Way and a million suns to shine.

Each star to numberless planets gives light and motion and heat, But you enmantle them all, the nearest and most remote;And the lustres of all the suns are but spangles under your feet,-Mere bubbles and beads of noon, they circle and shine and float.

WILLIAM ROSCOE THAYER