30.07.2007, 10:34
Pasteur on the Infinite
Man rises from the dark encircling night
And feels a Power eternal everywhere,
As hidden as the germs that haunt the air,
But when he knows that mighty One aright,
That Nature forces on his inward sight,
He can but kneel in adoration there,
Built temples to the skies and breathe a prayer,
To keep forever moving towards the Light.
Blessed is he who carries in his heart
A God, a pure ideal he obeys,
Ideal of Virtue, Science or of Art,
And strives to reach its heaven all his days;
The source of Action's greater, nobler part,
The Infinite revealed in human ways.
Man rises from the dark encircling night
And feels a Power eternal everywhere,
As hidden as the germs that haunt the air,
But when he knows that mighty One aright,
That Nature forces on his inward sight,
He can but kneel in adoration there,
Built temples to the skies and breathe a prayer,
To keep forever moving towards the Light.
Blessed is he who carries in his heart
A God, a pure ideal he obeys,
Ideal of Virtue, Science or of Art,
And strives to reach its heaven all his days;
The source of Action's greater, nobler part,
The Infinite revealed in human ways.