Athwart the sky the great sun sails, Through æons thus, the daylight trails, And man, living breath of the sod Beholding, in his heart knows God. Throughout the night's long brooding deep, Earth's trustful children die-to-sleep, But with the whisperings of morn Awake, unto the day, new-born. The mystery of earth untold, The great infinite, none behold, Forge ever new the spiral chain, Revolving man to God again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON GOING UNNOTICED by ROBERT FROST I'M GOING BACK TO SOMETHING by DAVID IGNATOW PEACE (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SHALL I SAY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO TIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPRING WIND IN LONDON by KATHERINE MANSFIELD RECESSIONAL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |