Classic Poem

This rolling sea of stars
Is dust before Thy breath
Whose pleasure makes or mars
The halls of life and death.

Thy least desire is heard
Beyond the vasts of space,
And being's core is stirred
At turning of Thy face.

The cycles of earth's years
Are phases in Thy dream
Unblurred by drift of tears,
Untouched of shade and gleam.

Yet of Thy will we are,
And children of Thy word
With every sun and star,
With every flower and bird.

Then grant we may not fail
From out Thy vision vast
When life's strong warders quail
Before death's icy blast:

But may we still aspire
To things unknown, unguessed,
More near the heart's desire
Than this poor body's quest.