I saw the stars swept through ethereal space— Stars, suns, and systems in infinity,— Our earth an atom in the shoreless sea, Where each had its appointed path and place: And I was lost in my own nothingness. But then I said, Dost thou not know that He Who guides these orbs through trackless space, guides thee? No longer grovelling thus, thyself abase; For in this vast, harmonious, perfect whole, In infinite progression moving on, Thou hast thy place, immortal human soul— Thy place and part, not less than star and sun; Then with this grand procession fall in line, This rhythmic march led on by power divine. |