To parley with the Voice outside the gate,
For living thing must walk, fly, swim, and creep.
‘Let there be light:’ thus at Creation’s dawn,
Ere earth had shape, the glorious mandate ran.
Nature obeyed; and o’er the face of night
Went forth the rosy streaks of our first morn.
Still Nature keeps to one unvarying plan,
And God-like souls still cry: ‘Let there be light.’
Albert Francis Cross.