Time Never Ending.
And then go down at night;
Time glides along in the gloaming,
Never stopping for morning light,
The earth on its axis is turning,
Never pausing a moment at all;
But keeps straight along on its journey,
'Round the heaven's great fiery ball.
The sun is spouting its contents
In great streams into the air;
Then returning again to the surface,
Forming arches, plainly seen there.
Which shows the laws of gravitation
Belongs to the ways of the sun;
As seen through our largest of telescopes__
This wonderful invention of man.
Oh! could we but know why it is so,
That the sun is always the same;
Of fire it seems to be composed of,
Then why is it never consumed.
That it forever has been, we know not,
Or that it forever, will not be the same;
No human on earth can ever know that,
It may not forever remain.
Old Sol in his glory resplendent,
Is forever and ever the same;
For his light, and warmth, we are dependent,
With him, time ne'er makes a change.
The moon, round, bright and beautiful,
From the sun, hath borrowed its light;
In vacancy it is always suspended,
As seen through the big telescope.
Forever through space it is going,
Round our earth, just like a gun shot,
Not one moment of time gains or loses;
And never once gets off the track.
While the earth 'round the sun is traveling,
It takes it a year to get round;
Three hundred and sixty-five times the earth has
Which makes day and night on our land.
All the time the moon keeps on gliding,
'Round the earth on its track 'round the sun,
Like a boy with a bumble-bee after him,
As he starts off on a swift run.
On the moon there are many craters,
That rises high up like a mountain;
With holes that are deep down in it,
Where volcanoes long since have been.
Nineteen hundred years ago, a prophet
Said tHe moon would be turned into blood,
Before that generation had departed,
But still its the same on the road.
Oh! would that we could understand it,
Why all these terrestrial balls
In vacancy all seem suspended,
Time__never ending__ for all.
__Mrs. Jane Sanger.
Poets and Poetry of Kansas
Edited by Thomas W. Herringshaw
(Chicago: American Publishers' Association. 1894)