Swung by one Law, one Purpose, one Advance,
Serene and steadfast as the morning star.
“And now men trace the orbits of the Law,
And find it is their shelter and their friend;
For there, behind its mystery and awe,
God’s sure hand presses to a blessèd end.
“So man is climbing toward the Secret Vast—
Up through the storm of stars, skies upon skies;
And down through circling atoms, nearing fast
The brink of things, beyond which Chaos lies.