O King! whose lofty throne blazes with immortal splendor, with what
awful majesty dost thou reign in the vast empire of the sky! When thou
appearest in thy glory, and shakest the sparkling diadem that adorns thy
head, thou art the delight of the earth! thou art the pride of Heaven!
Whither are they fled, those fires which so late bespangled the veil of
night? Could they abide the majesty of thy presence? Did it not please
thee to retire, and give them liberty to come forth and shew themselves,
they would remain swallowed up for ever in the abyss of thy effulgence.
Their place would be no where to be found.