[From Mona's Isle, 1844]
HAIL ! wondrous visitant to this our sky!
Once more thou shinest on the human eye;
How far remote thy ample rounds have been
Since last thy blaze by mortal man was seen!
Who can behold thee on thy rapid flight,
Steering thy course towards the fount of light,
Without being wrapt in deep solemnity,
Or bending low before the Deity
Who formd thy shapeand with a mighty force
First launchd thee on thy long eccentric course,
To traverse worlds to human sight obscure,
And all the test of ages to endure?
Yet still how small a speck art thou in space!
And een th included compass of thy race
Is but an atom in that mighty whole
Unfathomd by the powers of the soul.
Still thou, the common dictates of thy God
Obeyst in truth, and moveth at His nod
Amongst those worlds of strong attractive force,
Neer straying from thine own allotted course.
Since last thou passd the confines of this earth
A new-born race have burst forth into birth;
And scarcely one remains below to tell
When thou of earth didst take thy last farewell!
Een he who markd thy course and laws so true,
Ere thou returnd, hath bid this world adieu;
While each succeeding rout thou dost perform
Mankind are swept by Times destroying storm
From off this earthleaving no trace behind
But the succeeding offspring of their kind:
But thou, from age to age thy course doth run
In thine elliptic journey round the sun;
And at the end of every seventy years
Thy lustre to the human eye appears.
Here let me gaze on thee with sweet delight,
For thou proclairnst the power and the might
Of the Omnipotentwhose hand divine
First gave thee speed, and caused thy train to shine!