I've soared around the burning sun,
And gazed where mortals never dared,
In all the journings I have run,
Have always found that God was there.

Creation's grandeur's I've surveyed,
And seen it's riches stored abroad,
But far beyond where thought has strayed,
The ample space was filled with God.

In all that vast, unmeasured round,
Through which my piercing view I dart,
No place without a God I've found,
But in the atheist's withered heart.