Meditation

We gaze upon the shining orbs
That guild the depthless welkin dome,
Survey that grand etheral space where countless hosts angelic roam,
Where symphonies, rhythmical songs,
The chants, the lays, beyond compare,
And ask in wonder what is man's fate?
Has he a blissful future state?

Creations of the Divine hand
Tell us above all worlds doth tow'r
The King of Kings with sovereign pow'r
Where e'er He wills disposing night,
Guiding the worlds in their swift flight.

Ay, man reads in the rocks, the hills, each blade of grass,

The flower, the murmuring stream, the truth personified—
"Futurity" for they the just, the pure, the glorified.

Thus man lives on and on,
Prophetic of the robe, the crown,
Sublimities which have no bound,
The Jasper walls, the Heavenly throne,
The universe's foundation stone.