When darkness falls, and night is here,

My hymns of praise in silence rise,--

This knows the moon, whose silver sphere

Shines in the star bespangled skies.

When morning breaks, and glorious day

Shines in the dawn and noontide fair,--

This knows the sun--a grateful lay

Springs from my heart in fervent prayer,

When fails the light at sunset grey,

And twilight listens for my song,--

This know the stars,--in bright array,

My praises mingle with their throng.