Apollo Poem by Thomas Holley Chivers

What are stars but hieroglyphics of God's glory writ in lightning
On the wide-unfolded pages of the azure scroll above?
But the quenchless apotheoses of thoughts forever brightening
In the mighty Mind immortal of the God whose name is Love?
Diamond letters sculptured, rising, on the azure ether pages,
That now sing to one another, unto one another shine
God's eternal Scripture talking, through the midnight, to the Ages,
Of the life that is immortal, of the life that is divine
Life that cannot be immortal, but the life that is divine.

Like some deep, impetuous river from the fountains everlasting,
Down the serpentine soft valley of the vistas of all Time,
Over cataracts of adamant uplifted into mountains,
Soared his soul to God in thunder on the wings of thought sublime.
With the rising golden glory of the sun in ministrations,
Making oceans metropolitan of splendor for the dawn
Piling pyramid on pyramid of music for the nations
Sings the Angel who sits shining everlasting in the sun,
For the stars which are the echoes of the shining of the sun.

Like the lightnings piled on lightnings, ever rising, never reaching,
In one monument of glory toward the golden gates of God-
Voicing out themselves in thunder upon thunder in their preach
Piled this Cyclops up his Epic where the Angels never trod
Like the fountains everlasting that for evermore are flowing
From the throne within the center of the City built on high
With their genial irrigation life for evermore bestowing
Flows his lucid, liquid river through the gardens of the sky
For the stars forever blooming in the gardens of the sky.