At Michael Sars's Grave

(See Note 44)      Ever he would roam      Toward th' eternal home;     From the least life deep in ocean     To each gleam of stars in motion,      Worth of all he weighed.      Now the Lord lends aid.      Still he passed beyond,      Softly dreaming; fond     Nature met him as her lover.     God with strength his soul shall cover      'Mid the starry throng      Through the spheres' pure song.      Even here on earth      Harmony's sweet birth -     When discovery new truth sunders,     When the small reveals its wonders -      Filled his soul with song      For the ages long.      Where his watch he kept,      Eyes a hundred swept.     Where millenniums sand assembled,     Where the tiniest life-pulse trembled,      There he sought the clue,      Silent, wise, and true.      In a water glass      Searching he saw pass     All the ocean's life; his thinking     To unfathomed deeps was sinking;      Where lay riddles locked,      There he came and knocked.      Fair our fatherland,      While such faith shall stand!     With an eye so true and tender,     With a sense so fine for splendor      In the small and still, -      Great ends we fulfil!