Bates Student . e and unafraid One beat the time of the pulsing song Far out where worlds are made, And Im off in the path of a vagrant sun Where the kindled mind has strayed, Off through space where things begun Have never yet been stayed. Oh mystic, strange and far, so far That the dare is always new. The things that dare are a roving star, A universe big and true, With nomad suns that questing go,Gray worlds that whirl through space,And every passing beauty showVeiling the Masters face. MAGAZINE SECTION And the light of ages is marking A star that I would see, Back to its source I am harkin
Bates Student . e and unafraid One beat the time of the pulsing song Far out where worlds are made, And Im off in the path of a vagrant sun Where the kindled mind has strayed, Off through space where things begun Have never yet been stayed. Oh mystic, strange and far, so far That the dare is always new. The things that dare are a roving star, A universe big and true, With nomad suns that questing go,Gray worlds that whirl through space,And every passing beauty showVeiling the Masters face. MAGAZINE SECTION And the light of ages is marking A star that I would see, Back to its source I am harking, Back through eternity. An angel trail through reeling stars, And I, a poor blind clod Finding at last dread spaces, bars, Or winning even to God. #••##• Softly the music is sighing, The singer just over the way Breathes hopes long dead, or dying In the jetsam of yesterday, Till tired of star gleams so changing I rest on a sun-lit strand Where a sea that is always ranging Weaves sleep in my Rovers9
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