Urania, o'er her star-bespangled lyre,
                                                 With touch of majesty diffused her soul;
                                                A thousand tones, that in the breast inspire,
                                                 Exalted feelings, o er the wires 'gan roll--
                                               She sang of night that clothed the infant world,
                                                 In strains as solemn as its dark profound--
                                                 How at the call of Jove the mist unfurled,
                                                And o'er the swelling vault--the glowing sky,
                                              The new-born stars hung out their lamps on high,
                                              And rolled their mighty orbs to music's sweetest
                                                              sound.

                                                 from An Ode To Music, by James G. Percival