He sang the world and climbed it rung on rung,
And spoke the stars in their peculiar schemes,
And made the Milky Way in silver streams,
Then like confetti all the planets flung.
The giant stars he carefully had strung
About the sky to near and far extremes
Until the night was like a realm of dreams,
And so, at length, his peerless song was sung.
Now in those stars I would forever ride,
Those solar winds my unseen sails embrace,
Though never with the stars would I collide,
But travel on that I might see his face,
To ply along that great celestial tide
Drawn to His song by sweet unfathomed Grace.