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ETERNITY
A million stars,—or is it one?
How was this great old world begun?
Those many twinkling eyes we see,
Or is it only two or three?
A prism causing many hues,
A thousand colors, reds and blues,
All scattered, multiplied and real,
To take them up, we seem to feel.
Has yon big sun this wonder made,
Creating light where there was shade?
And when did you begin to move?
O moon, whose light can calm and soothe.
The carrier pigeon and the dove
Such softness that is born of love,
Meek sheep, the horse, and gentle cow—
Such spirits came I wonder how?
The babe with coo, and gurgle too—
From whence? What will become of you?
They say a burning, glowing ball
Threw out those worlds, both great and small;
That all whirled round about in space,
This world, and all the human race.
How it began—when came the touch?
And can you answer, just how much?
And where will all this wonder end?
To greater glory does it tend?
Whither will go the great and true,
And where the bourne of me and you?
How was this great old world begun?
Those many twinkling eyes we see,
Or is it only two or three?
A prism causing many hues,
A thousand colors, reds and blues,
All scattered, multiplied and real,
To take them up, we seem to feel.
Has yon big sun this wonder made,
Creating light where there was shade?
And when did you begin to move?
O moon, whose light can calm and soothe.
The carrier pigeon and the dove
Such softness that is born of love,
Meek sheep, the horse, and gentle cow—
Such spirits came I wonder how?
The babe with coo, and gurgle too—
From whence? What will become of you?
They say a burning, glowing ball
Threw out those worlds, both great and small;
That all whirled round about in space,
This world, and all the human race.
How it began—when came the touch?
And can you answer, just how much?
And where will all this wonder end?
To greater glory does it tend?
Whither will go the great and true,
And where the bourne of me and you?
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