Oh! the boundless, stretching skies,
With their myriad starry eyes, -
What a secret in them lies!
When our hearts the sorest burn,
Thither we by instinct turn,
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Seeking sorrow's cause to learn.
Oh! the boundless, stretching skies,
With their myriad starry eyes, -
What a secret in them lies!
When our hearts the sorest burn,
Thither we by instinct turn,
Seeking sorrow's cause to learn.