The Sky

BY W. W. PHELPS.

"The sky the sky-the clear blue sky"- The roomy space where clouds appear,

O how I love to gaze upon it! And terrify with awful thunder;

The upper deep of realms on high- And then to give our hearts good cheer,

I wonder when the Lord begun it? We see the rain-bow arch'd up yonder.

There systems roll in endless light, The universe of worlds, en masse,

(Aphelion or a perihelion;) So charmingly spread out, all over,

A noiseless round of day and night, The everlasting looking-glass,

Jehovah's beautified pavilion. The molten mirror of Jehovah!

The trackless way, where spirits go, The sky the sky-so bland and fair,-

From this cold world of stinging pleasure; O how I love to stand and view it!

To where they see, and taste and know, And when it "falls," may I be there,

Eternal life, the "heavenly treasure." To see the "King of Kings" renew it.

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