Ascension

Well may we marvel at titanic thrust

That drives a projectile into the skies,

Defying gravity to quit the earth

And raise a creature to the stellar dust.

Our astronauts provoke an awed surmise

Of dreams to which the brain has given birth.

Though they appal, yet such achievements must

Earn admiration, for within us lies

That which applauds all signs of human worth

And yearns to satisfy our wanderlust.

Yet, tranced by science, we do well to pause,

Remembering how One, by mankind spurned,

Was not to be confined by finite laws,

But rose triumphant where the desert burned !

 

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