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O eye of Man that flies
above the stratosphere,
above the busy air,
in silent sunlight fair
or shaded by the Earth;
now stately turning 'round,
on gyros ever sure,
as light at last arrives
across ten billion years;
O eye of Man that sees
the flowers of the sky,
expanding as they fly;
the pillars of creation
and the rookeries of stars;
the swirling galaxies;
and sister worlds of Earth;
and all the reel of Time unwound;
creation, and rebirth:
Grant us humility
to see ourselves,
and our very, very, very
small but precious
home.
