Edmund Kemper Broadus - The Oracle lyrics

(To the New Telescope on Mt. Wilson) Of old sat one at Delphi brooding o'er The fretful earth; - ironically wise, Veiling her prescience in dark replies, She shaped the fates of men with mystic lore. The oracle is silent now. No more Fate parts the cloud that round omniscience lies. But thou, O Seer, dost tease our wild surmise With portents pa**ing all the wealth of yore. For thou shalt spell the very thoughts of God! Before thy boundless vision, world on world Shall multiply in glit'ring sequence far; And all the little ways which men have trod Shall be as nothing by His stardust whirled Into the making of a single star.