Imagination wearies of so vast an evolution,
But glories in the love of Him who planned such contribution.
The spider doth weave and swing his tiny, fragile bridge,
And man in his nobler work doth span from ridge to ridge;
But when men become as gods, and angels as such men,
With dominion of Jehovah and his transcendent ken,
Ah many a mansion shall we visit in our Father’s home,
As we fly beneath his banner, with ages and ages to roam.
’Tis a fathomless universe, but the plan eternal is one,
On which good men and angels may forever run,