Like new-born Thoughts that glow and burn, suspended
In the vast pantheon of an Angel's mind,
All thought with love, all love with wonder blended,
We rest, and lo ! with vision unconfined,
See a DIVINELY HUMAN FORM who stands
Upon the sun, and holds a diamond rod.
It is a shadow from the face of God,
In-formed in quivering light.
Seraphic bands
Rise from the sun like many-colored rays,
Chanting around it melodies of praise.
"Know ye that Angel standing on the sun?"
A ministering spirit asks.
That look
The very look, the great, yet Crucified One,
Divine with love that Evil could not brook,
But turned with all its alien hosts and fled
Into the dark dominions of the dead
That look, whose light o'er darkened Calvary shone,
In-streams on me I know it know it well.
Not in man's heart doth thy dear likeness dwell,
O Lord ! alone.
'Tis imaged o'er the dome
That spans the sun, the bright imperial home
Of angel-nations, and forever shines,
Filling with seven-fold light those vast and tranquil
climes
Forever beaming there, the Day of day,
Whose glory clothes the orb with Love's perennial May.
Thou Sun, rejoice !
Ye goodly company
That round it throng, and fill with harmony
Of planetary life, the stellar space
Ye too rejoice, run brightening on your race !
Not from the sun alone ye draw your light :
The great Creator's image stands thereon,
Outpouring from your system's inner height
Such floods of glory, that the horizon
Rolls back an evening splendor on the morning.
Cease, cease, oh, mortal man, the idle scorning
Of the high mystery God in Christ ; for lo,
Yon sun His image to the stars doth show,
And all the stars from God in Christ derive
Their light, and from His life their nations live.
The origin of Beauty, Love, and Truth
Of light, life, motion, and immortal youth
Of form, of music, sweetness, and delight,
Flashes from God's own Image on my sight.
I feel the pulses of the Eternal Soul
In all my veins.
My thoughts within me roll
Like newborn planets, flushed with happy life.
My nature is at rest.
There is no strife,
No battle of contending forms above
Earth and its spheres.
-T.L. Harris, An Epic of the Starry Heaven
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