DREAM-STEADY dot of welkin light,

Serenest star,

Pale dewdrop cm the hills of night

No after-droughts may mar.

Thou gazest on pure truth of things.

Intrepid star,

And spreadest spirit-laden wings

Where all bright pinions are.

The shafts of Death go wide their mark,

Unvanquished star,

Still shining through our mortal dark,

Woundless, without scar.

O ranger with unshackled limbs,

O unspent star,

Thy puissant joy no sorrow dims,

No shades of wan hope bar.

Be foretaste of some richer time,

Prophetic star,

Hold, harbinger a fairer clime

Lapped in some future far.