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Article FORTUITOUS THOUGHTS. ← Page 2 of 4 →
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Fortuitous Thoughts.
The mind of man may . think it comprehends The source of light , and spreading science lends Its aid to those who search for truths sublime , And gaining knowledge , lose the run of time . We live and learn , 'tis said in " nature ' s school , "
Where wisdom waits like Patience on a stool . By deep research to " wonderland" we go , Then think and feel Avhat mighty things we know . A comet comes , of course , we know its track , Its name , its speed , and when it will turn back ;
Some miles a second whirling thus through space , 'Tis nought to those who know how comets race . A million , trillion years , or longer time ,
Savants declare have passed ; now m its prime The inlaid earth to them must surely be , Who scan the sky , and dive beneath the sea ; All things familiar—nature ' s secrets out—Clown-like the giddy world may turn about .
Terrestrial things by powers celestial moved , For ages past a rare design have proved , Yet men must know , or try their best to learn , Why lightnings flash , or fiery meteors burn ? Each sphere its orbit hath ; beyond this line
Man ' s soaring mind would penetrate ; in fine To other worlds some men would like to go , So speculative are the thoughts that flow . In ships we safely traverse raging seas ,
By steam we journey through the land at ease ; To navigate the air , in vain men try , 'Tis only birds that have the power to fly . Balloons can float just as the wind may blow , To east , or west , or south , or north , they go .
So many things by art we now attain—With 'lectric speed send through Atlantic ' s main A cable message to the Avorld called " New , " Joined to the Old by friendship firm and true . Then , Light again , we see how yon fair moon ,
By science ' s power will be dispensed Avith soon . " Electric " is the word for lovers UOAV , 'Tis by its light they'll plight the happy A * OW . No moon , no tides , oh , what a funny thing , Let ' s say the earth from west to east doth swing ; That soliel rays are cold , or soon will be , When seventeen million years have gone to sea .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Fortuitous Thoughts.
The mind of man may . think it comprehends The source of light , and spreading science lends Its aid to those who search for truths sublime , And gaining knowledge , lose the run of time . We live and learn , 'tis said in " nature ' s school , "
Where wisdom waits like Patience on a stool . By deep research to " wonderland" we go , Then think and feel Avhat mighty things we know . A comet comes , of course , we know its track , Its name , its speed , and when it will turn back ;
Some miles a second whirling thus through space , 'Tis nought to those who know how comets race . A million , trillion years , or longer time ,
Savants declare have passed ; now m its prime The inlaid earth to them must surely be , Who scan the sky , and dive beneath the sea ; All things familiar—nature ' s secrets out—Clown-like the giddy world may turn about .
Terrestrial things by powers celestial moved , For ages past a rare design have proved , Yet men must know , or try their best to learn , Why lightnings flash , or fiery meteors burn ? Each sphere its orbit hath ; beyond this line
Man ' s soaring mind would penetrate ; in fine To other worlds some men would like to go , So speculative are the thoughts that flow . In ships we safely traverse raging seas ,
By steam we journey through the land at ease ; To navigate the air , in vain men try , 'Tis only birds that have the power to fly . Balloons can float just as the wind may blow , To east , or west , or south , or north , they go .
So many things by art we now attain—With 'lectric speed send through Atlantic ' s main A cable message to the Avorld called " New , " Joined to the Old by friendship firm and true . Then , Light again , we see how yon fair moon ,
By science ' s power will be dispensed Avith soon . " Electric " is the word for lovers UOAV , 'Tis by its light they'll plight the happy A * OW . No moon , no tides , oh , what a funny thing , Let ' s say the earth from west to east doth swing ; That soliel rays are cold , or soon will be , When seventeen million years have gone to sea .