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I. The mornings raise / Voices of gold in the Almighty's praise; / The sunsets soar / In choral crimson from far shore to shore: / Each is a blast, / Reverberant, of color, -- seen as vast / Concussions, -- that the vocal firmament / In worship sounds o'er every continent.
II. Not for our ears / The cosmic music of the rolling spheres, / That sweeps the skies! / Music we hear, but only with our eyes. / For all too weak / Our mortal frames to bear the words these speak, / Those detonations that we name the dawn / And sunset -- hues Earth's harmony puts on.