The little world of olden days is gone, A thousand universes come to light; The eyes of science penetrate the night And bring good tidings of eternal dawn; There is no night, they find, there is no death, But life begetting ever fuller life; They look still deeper, and amid the strife They note pervading harmony. The breath Of morning sweeps the wastes of earth, And we who talked of age become as gods, Scanning the spheres, discoursing of the birth Of countless suns. No longer human clods, We stand alert and speak direct to Him Who hides no more behind dumb seraphim. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IF by EDWARD JAMES MORTIMER COLLINS TO THE FOUR COURTS, PLEASE by JAMES STEPHENS PSALM 39, VERSE 5 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PIRATE TREASURE by BERTON BRALEY CALIFORNIA COAST by DORIS CALDWELL JUDGMENT SEATS by SAMUEL VALENTINE COLE |