O beautiful, beautiful lesser light;
Made by God the rule the night,
I see thee on thy continuous flight,
Showing the clouds, as a furrow plowed.
Now vapor has hid the wondrous glow,
The obliqueness of the cloud to show,
But slowly conquer o’er the foe,
And light comes down, from thy crown.
So ride thou on through the night sky;
May men, like me, always “where and why,”
Thy greatness, as you effortlessly fly.
Thou shining orb, our thoughts absorb.
Mysterious, Inspiring, Mobile Sphere.
Solitary, Polished, Sentinel of the Exosphere. -eab, 4/1966
Written on the 4th floor at God’s Bible School,Cincinnati,Ohio