As some mysterious wanderer of the skies, Emerging from the deeps of outer dark, Traces for once in human ken the arc Of its stupendous curve, then swiftly flies Out through some orbit veiled in space, which lies Where no imagination may embark,— Some onward-reaching track that God did mark For all eternity beneath his eyes,— So comes the soul forth from Creation’s vast; So clothed with mystery moves through mortal sight; Then sinks away into the Great Unknown. What systems it hath seen in all the past, What worlds shall blaze upon its future flight Thou knowest, eternal God, and thou alone!
As Some Mysterious Wanderer of the Skies
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