Classic Poem

The patient stars that, luminously strong,
Lavished on earth their sad, reluctant light,
The sullen sun doomed to be ever bright,
The weary moon we rhapsodize in song,

Will cry aloud some day: " What unknown wrong
Have we committed in Thy august sight,
O God most just, omnipotent and right?
How long must we now serve Thee, ay, how long?

" We weary of the ceaseless flow of years
That bring no change, and we are fain to die,
Born with the essence of the faith that saves. "
Then, echoing through the voids of endless spheres,
A hollow voice of thunders will reply:
" Peace, wretched atoms, know that ye are slaves! "