O beautiful, beautiful lesser light;
Made by God the rule the night,
I see thee on thy continuous flight,
Showing the cloud, as a furrow plowed.
2
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.
3
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.
4
Mysterious, Inspiring, Mobile Sphere [1] .
Solitary, Polished, Sentinel of the Exosphere.
– eab, Apr. ’66
[1] Note date. Further study shows it may not be a sphere.
