State barge of the gods, in amazement and wonder

The eyes of Earth's millions are turning to

thee.

The arcs of thine orbit philosophers ponder,

To search out thy path through eternity's sea.

O what is thy mission? Is guaging the forces

The aim of thy trip through the regions afar?

Do Kolob or Libra abate in their courses

And threatened at space with material war?

Is thy luminous train an electric renewer,

Refreshing all circles whose pulses beat low?

Or bear'st thou some mighty celestial reviewer

To mark if the systems don't reel to and fro.

Art thou fresh from chaotic fountain of

causes,

Where slumber the yet unborn germs of new

spheres,

Where the brooding great life-giving power ne'er

pauses

Eternal, unchanged through immensity's years?

O vast are the depths! and the soul faints in reach

ing

To grasp mighty causes that gave thee thy

birth

O science immortal! inspire by thy teaching

The embryo gods, who inhabit the earth.

Revelations of science! Ah tis all revelation.

The blind only prate of original power,

With the shade hover'ing near of thy grave habi-

tation

Be humble O creature, the moth of an hour.

Tis circle on circle and endless progression,

And sphere above sphere through the regions

of space

All right-angled action must fail in posession

And win the blind to[?]ler no prize in the race.

Then as upward we gave at the glories above us

And wonder till earth almost fades from our

view,

Taught by thee, let us think of the fathers who

love us

To ourselves, to the Gods and to nature be true,

J. McF