The Lode Star
IMPERIAL over all the hosts of night,
Still regnant glorious in its ordered place
When storms prevailed on ebon heights of space,
Invincible by power of morning light,
His Lode Star shone, and to his- straining sight
The orbit gleamed of his immortal race.
Then toward that distant goal he set his face,
And followed ever after with his might.
Child to the law of the celestial spheres.
And of the roses with their circling bloom—
The key-note of that choral march begun
'Mid chaos thunders, ever in his ears.
Till past the earth-horizon of the tomb,
His Lode Star led'him toward the farthest, Sun.