Once, when the days were ages, And the old Earth was young, The high gods and the sages From Nature's golden pages Her open secrets wrung.
But who could bear to know which stars were already dead, she thought, blinking up at the night sky; could anybody stand to know that they all were?
The stars know everything, So we try to read their minds. As distant as they are, We choose to whisper in their presence.
O star-eyed Science, hast thou wander'd there, To waft us home the message of despair?
I submit that in the few minutes that Joseph Smith was with the Father and the Son, he learned more of the nature of God the Eternal Father and the risen Lord than all the learned minds in all their discussions through all centuries of time.
It was the secrets of heaven and earth that I desired to learn.
God gives every animal the means of saving its life-why object if he gives astrology to the astronomer?
