  By ADA IDDINGS GALE. Thou dazzling vision in the Eastern sky, Moving so grandly through the fields of space, Thou stranger in our starry populace, On what swift errand dost thou sunward fly? Haply, among the everlasting host Thou art a messenger fleet-winged as fate, On some grave matter sent by powers of state, Thy winged speed thy special pride and boast. Or, art thou but a vagrant—fetterless Roaming at will among the wand’ring spheres, As naught to thee the pulsing of the years, A shining type of starry willfulness? Speed on, oh, wonderful! through endless space, One All-puissant marks thy tireless race. decorative line “For he who manages his own life badly, how is he likely to take proper care of what is external to himself.”—Euphron. decorative line |
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