The Butler weekly times. (Butler, Mo.) 1881-1918, 1898-02-03
A DREAM OF GOD.
Gov. Bob TayIor's Eloquent
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I have wondered thousand time
If an infdel ever looked thro' tele
scope. The universe is the dream
of God, and the heavens declare hi
glory. There is our mighty sun
robed in the the brightness of bis
eternal fires, and with the planets
forever wheeling round. Yonder il
Mercury and Venus, and there ii
Mars, the rudy globe whose polls
are white with snow, and those other
zones seem dotted with seas and
continents. Who knows but that
his roseate color is only the blush
of his fowers7 Who knows but that
Mars may now be paradise inhab.
tied by blessed race, unsullied by
sin, untouched by death! The giant
orb OF Jubiter, the champion of the
skies, belted and sashed with vapor
and clouds; and Saturn haloed with
bands of light, and ieweled with
eight ruddy moons; and there is
Uranus, another stupendous world
speeding on it's prodigous circles of
tireless journey around the sun. And
yet another orbit cuts the outer rim
OF our system. and On its gloomy
pathway, there. tie lonely Neptune
walks the cold dim solitude of space
In the Unreasonable depths beyond
appears millions OF suns, go distant
that their light could not reach us in
a thousand years. There, spaugling
the curtains of the black profound,
shine the consultations that sparkle
like the crown jewels of God There
are double and triple and quadruals
suns of different colors, commingling
their gorgeous hues and flaming like
archangels On the frontier of stellar
space. If we look beyond the most
distant star, the black walls are feck.
ed with immeasursble patches of
filmy light like the dewy gossimers
OF the spiders loom that dot our
fields at morn. What beautiful
forms we trace among these phan-
toms OF light, circles and eclipses
and crowns, and shields and spiral
wreaths of palest silver. And what
are they? Did I say phantoms of
light? The telescope resolves them
into millions of suns standing out
from the ocean of white, hot matter
which contain the germ of countless
systems yet to be. And So far re-
moved from us as are these SUM-,
that the light which comes to us
from them to night has been speed
ing on its way for more than two
million years
What is the white belt we call the
milky way, which spans the heavens
and sparkles like Sahara of dia
monds! Il is a river of stars, 1t is a
gulf stream of suns and if each holds
in its grasp a mighty stream of
planets as ours does, how many null
tiplied millions or worlds like our
own are now circlipg in that i'm.
measurable concourse.
Oh, where are the bounds of this
divine conception Where ends this
dreaua of Godf And is there no life
and intelligence in all this throng of
spheres! Are there no sails on these
far away summer seas, no wings to
cleave those crystal airs, no forms
divine to walk those radiant fields?
Are there no eyes to see those floods
OF light, no hearts to share with
ours that love which holds all these
mighty orbs of space?
It cannot be, it cannot! Surely
there is God. Ii there is not, life
is dream, human experience is
phantom; and the universe is a
Haunting lie.--Bob Taylor.