"Who hath measured the waters in the hollow of his hand, and meted
out heaven with the span? Mine hand also hath laid the foundation
of the earth, and my right hand hath spanned the heavens."--_Isa._
xl. 12; xlviii. 13.

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"Go to yon tower, where busy science plies
Her vast antennæ, feeling thro' the skies;
That little vernier, on whose slender lines
The midnight taper trembles as it shines,
A silent index, tracks the planets' march
In all their wanderings thro' the ethereal arch,
Tells through the mist where dazzled Mercury burns,
And marks the spot where Uranus returns.

"So, till by wrong or negligence effaced,
The living index which thy Maker traced
Repeats the line each starry virtue draws
Through the wide circuit of creation's laws;
Still tracks unchanged the everlasting ray
Where the dark shadows of temptation stray;
But, once defaced, forgets the orbs of light,
And leaves thee wandering o'er the expanse of night."
OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.




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