Day-stars! that ope your frownless eyes to twinkle
  From rainbow galaxies of earth’s creation,
And dew-drops on her lonely altars sprinkle
          As a libation.

Ye matin worshippers! who bending lowly
  Before the uprisen sun, God’s lidless eye,
Throw from your chalices a sweet and holy
          Incense on high.

Ye bright...