O beauty of the midnight skies!
O mystery of each distant star !
O dreaming hours, whose magic lies
In rest and calm, with Day afar!
Thanks for the higher moods that wake
Our thoughtful and immortal part !-
Out on our life, could we not make
A spiritual temple of the heart ? (Letitia Elizabeth Landon)

O beauty of the midnight skies! O mystery of each distant star ! O dreaming hours, whose magic lies In rest and calm, with Day afar! Thanks for the higher moods that wake Our thoughtful and immortal part !- Out on our life, could we not make A spiritual temple of the heart ?

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

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