Chapter LXVI

The Earth, it is a tiny thing,
That hath all colours bright;
And zones, that gird it like a ring,
With green and snowy white!
And ocean gives it fields of blue,
And mountains boss it fair;
It carries every blessed hue
Through all the deep of air.
Oh yes, I’m coming nearer, nearer,
I see my little dwelling clearer,
And yonder—yes—it is the moon,
Up gleaming from her highest noon!