Oh see, how radiance so great Our world, it does humble make. To the eye untrained in wonder's ways No eye save that of God remains. For our sleeping planet rests at peace
In the depths of night I gaze into the sky; I listen and watch, The multitude of stars. Then as though, high, In the vastness of space, I hear a cry. The wail of a dying star,
A streak of silver against the sun As the brilliant Nova turns in flight soon be space-bound to make the run None defy its awesome might Arradon, Mylos, Verral, Ysk