I know no more impressive masterpiece
Than the one all can behold.
Countless leagues away,
But its art all can know.
With the finest painter’s brush,
And the softest puff of a pipe,
The art in the sky above so high
Was brought to life.
To envelop us day and night,
The scene very well might
Burn us with colors so bright
Or shed drops as big as dimes.
There is neither effort nor set design,
So each day we should take some time
And look up with wondrous eyes
To see what chance devised.
