Classic Poem

Thou radiant traveller through the realms of space,
We welcomed thee, as to our startled eyes
Thy shining nucleus and thy silvery train
Gave their effulgence to our evening skies.

Thou hast made yet more beautiful to us
Night's glittering canopy; and filled our souls
With wonder at His power whose fiat high
Woke thee to being, and thy course controls.

Now thou'rt receding from our feeble sight,
Of other worlds to glance athwart the skies:
Go! and awake to wonder other souls,
Till praise to God from them shall also rise.

God the Creator! Wonder-working Power!
Seen in the glorious works his hand hath made;
God the Upholder! in the robes of might
And wisdom infinite for aye arrayed.

Our spirits praise him as the King of kings,
Incomprehensible as he is good.
Thou flaming visitant, we know thee not:
How by our searchings can we find out God?

Yet go, bright voyager, to other worlds,
And tell the praises which from sea to sea,
To him who spread thy banner on the sky,
Have risen from human hearts at sight of thee.