Thou blazing banner of the mighty God!
From Creation's center to its farthest pole,
Speed on and on in thy unknown track;
But the hand that send thee can draw thee back,
And teach thee the way when thy footsteps stray,
As He doth the wanderer.
Like a silent thought from Creation wrought,
Thou speakest a language weird and strange
Of the breadth of space and the speed of change,
And the wondrous dream that the ages taught;