Questing ~ Annie Marion Fox

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Questing

In reaches, limitless of space, confined,
The flaming worlds in rhythmic order swing,
As thrice a million stars forever cling,
To the roof of the sky their daily round assigned.
Far distant realms, born of Eternal Mind,-
Ordained when Time’s first fitful pulses stirred,
Creation’s dawn beheld with vision blurred,
Those worlds from Chaos merge defined.

O worlds on worlds! Our beggared phrases fail,
Man mutely stands before your regnant power,
Pursues his quest to pierce beyond the veil,
Whence is your force unseen and whence your hour?
We groping scan unanswering skies in vain,
But he who seeks will yet the answer gain.

Annie Marion Fox

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