  In the wide awe and wisdom of the night I saw the round world rolling on its way, Beyond significance of depth or height, Beyond the interchange of dark and day. I marked the march to which is set no pause, And that stupendous orbit, round whose rim The great sphere sweeps, obedient unto laws That utter the eternal thought of Him. I compassed time, outstripped the starry speed, And in my still soul apprehended space, Till, weighing laws which these but blindly heed, At last I came before Him face to face,— And knew the Universe of no such span As the august infinitude of Man. |
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