Chapter 7 Mifflin. No.7

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He Made the Stars Also.

Vast hollow voids, beyond the utmost reach

Of suns, their legions withering at His nod,

Died into day hearing the voice of God;

And seas new made, immense and furious, each

Plunged and rolled forward, feeling for a beach;

He walked the waters with effulgence shod.

This being made, He yearned for worlds to make

From other chaos out beyond our night-

For to create is still God's prime delight.

The large moon, all alone, sailed her dark lake,

And the first tides were moving to her might;

Then Darkness trembled, and began to quake

Big with the birth of stars, and when He spake

A million worlds leapt into radiant light!