Classic Poem

RUN , Orion!
But you cannot run from the immanence of God.
Plough, Bootes,
But you still must plough His sod.
Fly, Cygnus,
But you cannot soar beyond the sight of Him.
Swim, Cetus,
But the sea of space is His, to the utter rim.

Sting, Scorpio!
But you cannot sting the soul of the Infinite.
Claw, Cancer,
But scatheless He will sit.
Weep, Hyads,
But tears cannot wash belief in Him from the sky.
Die, Pleiads,
But His light kindled in you will never die!