The Globe
G
LEAMING with silver highlights, the
globe stands
Upon my desk—the world before my eyes.
It turns beneath my fingertips, the lands
Each in its own clear color, shape and size.
A world so marvelous that only God
Could have created it and made complete
The sapphire seas, the hills, the plains, the sod—
An emerald carpet for man’s faring feet.
The blue serene sphere turns, the nations blend
One with another—only the seas divide
The east from west . . . I pray thee, Lord God, send
This same tranquility where men abide.
This pictured world is beautifully at peace.
Lord, bid the turmoil of the real world cease.
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