The old globe speaks on its own,

Looks ecstatic with a Godly gown,

With spangled Paradise all around,

Proclaims Who holds the crown.

In the broad wondrous sky on high

Like an imperial azure eye,

Evoking awe beyond confusion,

Our Lord displays His heavenly dye.

The moon twitters with solemn impulsion

Amidst the shooting stars and the sun,

Ears and eyes of enthusiasm, deeply enjoys

How its Glorious Lord has revealed His art.

Power and dominion under His Hand,

The soil, the air, the water, surrender.

Every being adores the same Lord

While every entity reflects His splendor.

Victor H. Earnest




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