In about the worlds I scatter Rays with sunshine's blessings rife,And I tinge the clouds I shatter With the golden glow of life.
Then I flash out into boundless Space—until my rays disperse—Until I am tired of endless Grasping at the universe.
Out beyond the fartherest heavens Lie there other heavens still,Bounded still by other heavens, Bounded still by heavens still.
Countless years my rays have wandered Threading constellations bright,Far beyond yon star bespattered Vaulted canopy of night.
I can never find a limit On from sun to sun I race,Touching lightly on the planet Islands of the sea of space.—Charles Browning.
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