The Spacious Firmament on high,
With all the blue Ethereal Sky,
And spangled Heav'ns, a Shining Frame,
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Nice one... Confirm the Tidings as they rowl, And spread the Truth from Pole to Pole.
utter forth a glorious Voice, For ever singing, as they shine, The Hand that made us is Divine. a fine poem. divine hand that created...... we hear his voice. tony