"Some of us away so far,
Planets like your own Earth, are;
And we shine with borrowed light,
Borrowed from the Sun, so bright.
"Some of us are silvery moons,
Shining all the nightly noons;
Some of us are jelly, soft,
Shooting, falling, from aloft.
Some of us are Nebulae,--
Faint and misty stars we be;--
Some are Suns to other worlds;
Here and there a Comet whirls.
"Having each our time and place,
Swinging in the wondrous space;
Held in line by Him who planned,
And who holds you in His hand."
OLD SOL IN A JINGLE.
Hi-diddle-diddle,
The Sun's in the middle,
And planets around him so grand,
Are swinging in space,
Held forever in place,
In the Zodiac girdle or band.
Hi-diddle-diddle,
The Sun's in the middle,
And Mercury's next to the Sun
While Venus, so bright,
Seen at morning or night,
Comes Second, to join in the fun.
Hi-diddle-diddle,
The Sun's in the middle,
And Third in the group is our Earth;
While Mars with his fire,
So warlike and dire,
Swings around to be counted the Fourth.