Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON THE CONCEPTION OF DEITY, by HUGH ANTHONY MAKER First Line: How immensity camps on infinity's trail Last Line: And damns us for our poor conceptions of god. Subject(s): God | ||||||||
How immensity camps on infinity's trail, When the mind wanders out through the vault of the skies; -- What thrills of amazement and wonder prevail; -- What a myriad host of conjectures arise. When we think of the vastness of limitless space, Of the numberless orbs that eternally roll, -- Of the power that holds each orb in its place, And marshals them all in most perfect control. Especially, when the solemn fact becomes known, The universe has on stellar display, Systems of worlds more great than our own, As far as three million light years away. Again when we think of the aeons of years, That have passed since this earth her journey begun, And reflection reveals what a youth she appears Compared with the infinite age of the sun. Or again when reflections our fancies engage, And we think how great, how immense is the span Of years that make up a geological age, We shout, "How short is the life of a man". When we think of the numberless things unrevealed, Of the unnumbered things brought out, and made clear, Of the marvels that lurk in microscopy's field, Of the wonders that dwell in histology's sphere. Of the unknown wonders extant in a star, Of the myriad mysteries hid in a clod, It leads us to know how little we are, And damns us for our poor conceptions of God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOUNTAIN IS STRIPPED by DAVID IGNATOW AS CLOSE AS BREATHING by MARK JARMAN UNHOLY SONNET 1 by MARK JARMAN UNHOLY SONNET 13 by MARK JARMAN BIRTH-DUES by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE SILENT SHEPHERDS by ROBINSON JEFFERS GOING TO THE HORSE FLATS by ROBINSON JEFFERS WOMAN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO HIS HEART, BIDDING IT HAVE NO FEAR by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |
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