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From the June 1897 issue of The Christian Science Journal

The heavens declare thy glory! Father, God, With reverent heart I stand and look toward The starry heights where Thou hast written wide Thy name. And though conception faint, and fail To grasp the boundless meaning of the view, Mine ear, with earthly discords less assailed, Catches the soft, still music, to whose rhythm Those stars like myriad censers swing; from whose Eternal fires ascends incense of praise.