A. C. Holm
I stand at night and gaze up at the sky,
A huge, inverted bowl above my head ;
Upon its blue-black concave surface spread,
Unnumbered twinkling lights intrigue my eye.
A bit of conscious clay upon a speck
Of age-cooled fire-mist, sun-warmed into life,
With mortal eyes I glimpse a vastness rife
With stars whose years no finite mind may reck.
Across their background glows the Milky Way,
The cradle-place of new born stars untold,
Whose light shall shine adown eternity,
When those now bright have long been dark and cold.
And as I marvel at this vast array,
My spirit bows in deep humility.A. C. Holm
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