Midnight Musings, a Poem
Improvement Era, vol. 2, no. 12, October 1899, p. 933
Walker, C. L.
MIDNIGHT MUSINGS.
Those wond'rous flames, those orbs of light, Roll in their orbits by God's might, Their cycles, times, years, months, and days, Bespeak his majesty and praise.
A deep beyond poor mortal ken, Unfathom'd by earth's wisest men, Who vainly try to penetrate God's works, sublimely grand and great.
Supremely, infinitely grand! They move in paths marked by his hand, And roll in awful majesty Through limitless eternity.
And man, assuming, fain would trace Their origin, their times and place, In vain to find their destiny He gazes on immensity.
'Tis God, who made the earth, and seas, The flowers, and grass, the stately trees He placed the mountains on the plains, And wets the verdant vales with rains.
And in his image, God made man Gave him his life, a short, brief span; To serve Him faithfully all his days, And glorify his God in praise. C. L. Walker. St. George, Utah.