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Poetry: Home In The Skies

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Parent Issue
Day
1
Month
December
Year
1841
Copyright
Public Domain
Poem
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When up to endless skies we gare, Where star puraue their aightly ways We think we 6ee from carth's low clod, The wide and shining hom of God. But could we rise to moon or sun, Or patb whcrc plannet daily run, Still hcaven would spread above us far, And earth remote would seem a star. 'Tis vain to dream tbose tracts of sp ace, With all tbeir vrorlds, approach his face, Oneglory fl;lj eacb wheeling ba II- One lore has shapcd and filled thom al). Tliia earth wilh all its dust and tears. Is bis no leBs tban yonder spheres; And raindropaweak.aud grains of aand, Aroetomped by his inmediato band The rock, the wave,ïthe flower, All fed by streams of living power That spring frora one Almighty wili, Whateer his thoughts conxeive fulfil. And this is all that man can claimt Is this our longing'B final aim? To bo Itke all thinga - no more Than pebbles cast on Time'a grey shora? Can man, no more tban beast, aspiro To know bis being'a awful Sire? And born and lost on Nature's breast,. No blessing seek, but there to restT Not this oor doom, thou God benign! "VVhoso rays on us uncloudetl ihineJ Tbj braath eustains jour fiery dome, But man is most thy f&rored home. TVe tiw thoge halla of painted air, And own thy prescnce makes them fair; But nearer still to thee, O Lord, Ia be whose thoughta with. thine accord.