Eardi has not a plain 



So boundless or so beautiful as thine ; 



The eagle's vision cannot take it in ; 



The lightning's glance too weak to sweep its space, 



Sinks half-way o'er it, like a wearied bird ; 



It is the mirror of the stars, where all 



Their hosts within the concave firmament , 



Gay marching to the music of the spheres, 



Can see themselves at once. 



— Campbell, 



M95599 



