126 HERSCHEL AND HIS WORK 



He has stretched him quietly down at length, 

 To bask in the starlight his giant strength ; 

 And Time shall here a tough 1 morsel find, 

 For his steel-devouring teeth to grind. 

 Merrily, merrily, &c. 



!! will grind it at last, as grind it he must, 

 And its brass and its iron shall be clay and dust ; 

 But scathless ages' shall roll away, 

 And nurture its frame in its form's decay. 



Merrily, uu-rrily, &c. 



A new year dawns and the old year's past, 

 God send us a happy one like the last, 

 A little more sun and a little less rain, 

 To save us from cough and rheumatic jain. 

 Merrily, merrily, &c. 



God. grant that its end this group may find 

 In love and in harmony fondly joined ; 

 And that some of us fifty years hence, once more, 

 May make the old Telescope's echoes roar. 



Chorus, fortissimo. 



Merrily, merrily, let us all sing, 



And make the old Telescope rattle and ring. 



Where the great telescope raised its eye heaven- 

 ward, a church has been built to direct men's thoughts 

 to do what brother and sister long did in loving 

 fellowship, "mind the heavens." It was a fitting 

 consecration of the hallowed ground. In speaking of 

 his magnificent work in 1813, Herschel said to Thomas 

 Campbell the poet, " with an air, not of the least prilo, 

 but with a greatness and simplicity of expression that 

 struck me with wonder, ' I have looked farther into 

 1 ? rough. * ? rays. 



