Who formed the countless worlds on high, Who gave to them their speed, Who keeps them all within their bounds, Who guides each fiery steed; Who plans for them their distances, Moves them in mighty space, Revealing wisdom and not chance;— Whose hand but God’s there trace? For what seems chance at simple gaze The impress bears of thought, When studied close in all their ways Worlds cannot spring from naught. TO THE LOVED PARENTS AND AUNT WHO WATCHED OVER US IN THE DAYS OF OUR CHILDHOOD, AND ARE NOW CHANGED FROM MORTAL TO IMMORTAL, THIS VOLUME IS AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED.…
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