On earth alone. Thou’st built the flying planes,
The heaving ships—dark instruments of war;
Thou’st wrought the grafting of man’s hearts and brains,
The coinage of bright pearls and rubies rare,
The speeding trains, the horseless vehicles,—
But naught ’gainst God’s great will.
For thou’st not reached
Where thou can’st scorn our great Creator’s skill,
For thou know’st not the essence of the soul,
That which ’bove all he holds firm in his mighty hand.