Galileo to the Earth

And yet it moves; it spins through night and day

With dumb terrific speed; and town and throng,

Mountain and tossing sea, are whirled along,

And not one drop is spilt upon the way.

On heaven's dustless paths the Lord can play

With heavier balls than ours; and there, among

Unnumbered spheres that never can go wrong,

He's hurled us on our course, and we obey.

O Earth, I feel thee quiver underfoot;

I feel the whizzing of thy ceaseless flight,

As other whirling planets past us shoot.

I feel thee bounding like a ship at night

Through unseen waves. To guide us, God has put

On every skyey coast a starry light.