Pre-birth, I can but think, yet never know br The mystery of the 'never there' confounds br My mind. There are no scents - no sight - no sounds br No seed of hope from which a world might grow. br Even the depths of space - the Wise Men show br Have scarce and random atoms to be found br Though in that space there cannot be a sound br But from a distant star a dying glow. br A vacuum true there never was - for there is God br nd He must make the stars and worlds untold.