poem: on the December Stars

A Book of Christian Sonnets by William Allen, DDS






In the sweet silence of a cloudless night

The glory-studded firmament on high

With wonder overwhelms my gazing eye,

Lost in the wilderness of worlds of light.


Around these suns do systems wheel their flight,

All pure and spotless as the crystal sky,

Th’ abodes of bliss serene without a sigh,

Where mists and clouds ne’er rise nor storms affright?


O, for an angel’s wings to fly away

From this low world of sin, and woe, and care,

And gain those orbs of purity and love!


Wish not for angel’s wings: thy God obey,

And soon his grace thy ransom’d soul will bear

Up to his own more glorious throne above!



Sonnet 2. I was  looking from my eastern window a few evening around Dec. 12th, when I was struck with the magnificent appearance of the heavens,—the moon just rising in full effulgence, preceded a few degrees by the splendid planet Jupiter, while still higher and more to the south was the unequalled constellation Orion, with an uncounted multitude of stars planted thickly in the sky.


Jupiter is 1400 times larger than the earth, being 90,000 miles in diameter: he revolves on his axis in ten hours, so that a body on his surface flies around at the rate of 27,000 miles per hour, or 27 times faster than a body on the earth. It has four satellites. Can it be imagined, that this huge planet is not furnished with rational inhabitants, like this diminutive earth? And what reason can be assigned why all the planets and all the stars should not be inhabited by rational beings?

Who can truly fix the limits of God’s creation?


As light flies 192,000 miles every second, who can say, that the light from the most distant star has yet reached the earth since the star was created? With what reverence and awe, with what love and trust and spirit of obedience should Almighty God, the Creator of the universe, be regarded?


=======ah the stuff that makes science fiction possible.  Too much tv can definitely ruin your imagination.