Classic Poem

O Thou whose ancient, all-disclosing light
Brooded above the dark, primeval deep
When first the firmament was fixed to keep
The waters from the waters; with new sight,
I trace the ample courses of Thy might
Along its sunlit pathways through the steep
Abyss of heaven where distant planets sweep,
And hear the music of the sphered night.

Lo, I have found the wondrous three-fold law
That swings the balanced worlds. I stand in awe
Of mine own vision, conscious of its worth,
While motion gives emotion larger birth,
Nor fret for recognition; I can wait
As patient as the ages, calm as fate.