THEEVOLUTION OF WORLDSFROM NEBULAEBYLEE PARKER DEAN.Who formed the countless worlds on high,Who gave to them their speed,Who keeps them all within their bounds,Who guides each fiery steed;Who plans for them their distances,Moves them in mighty space,Revealing wisdom and not chance;—Whose hand but God’s there trace?For what seems chance at simple gazeThe impress bears of thought,When studied close in all their waysWorlds cannot spring from naught.BRIDGEPORT, CONN.:THE MARIGOLD PRINTING COMPANY.1894.
BYLEE PARKER DEAN.
Who formed the countless worlds on high,Who gave to them their speed,Who keeps them all within their bounds,Who guides each fiery steed;Who plans for them their distances,Moves them in mighty space,Revealing wisdom and not chance;—Whose hand but God’s there trace?For what seems chance at simple gazeThe impress bears of thought,When studied close in all their waysWorlds cannot spring from naught.
Who formed the countless worlds on high,Who gave to them their speed,Who keeps them all within their bounds,Who guides each fiery steed;Who plans for them their distances,Moves them in mighty space,Revealing wisdom and not chance;—Whose hand but God’s there trace?For what seems chance at simple gazeThe impress bears of thought,When studied close in all their waysWorlds cannot spring from naught.
Who formed the countless worlds on high,Who gave to them their speed,Who keeps them all within their bounds,Who guides each fiery steed;Who plans for them their distances,Moves them in mighty space,Revealing wisdom and not chance;—Whose hand but God’s there trace?For what seems chance at simple gazeThe impress bears of thought,When studied close in all their waysWorlds cannot spring from naught.
Who formed the countless worlds on high,
Who gave to them their speed,
Who keeps them all within their bounds,
Who guides each fiery steed;
Who plans for them their distances,
Moves them in mighty space,
Revealing wisdom and not chance;—
Whose hand but God’s there trace?
For what seems chance at simple gaze
The impress bears of thought,
When studied close in all their ways
Worlds cannot spring from naught.
BRIDGEPORT, CONN.:THE MARIGOLD PRINTING COMPANY.1894.