Peter Bird - Hubble ascending, Op. 27 - текст песни (слова)

O eye of Man that flies
 above the stratosphere,
 above the busy air,
 in silent sunlight fair
 or shaded by the Earth;
 now stately turning 'round,
 on gyros ever sure,
 as light at last arrives
 across ten billion years;
 
 O eye of Man that sees
 the flowers of the sky,
 expanding as they fly;
 the pillars of creation
 and the rookeries of stars;
 the swirling galaxies;
 and sister worlds of Earth;
 and all the reel of Time unwound;
 creation, and rebirth:
 
 Grant us humility
 to see ourselves,
 and our very, very, very
 small but precious
 home.