"Old Pole Star" by Edith Wharton.
Permit me a minor modification, inspired by creationism. The last two verses are unchanged:
Before the gods of old were known,I don't know what it means, except that I'm bored.
Before the pyramids had grown,
Before the Tigris and Euphrates thrived,
Before Stonehenge was contrived,
Man worshiped Uranus, mighty Uranus!Yet could the immemorial piles be swung,
A skyey hair's-breadth from their rooted base,
Back to the central anchorage of space,
Ah, then again, as when the race was young,
Should they behold the beacon of the race!Of old, men said: "The Truth is there: we rear,
Our faith full-centred on it. It was known,
Thus of the elders who foreran us here,
Mapped out its circuit in the shifting sphere,
And found it, 'mid mutation, fixed alone."