Hetty's Strange History by Anonymous
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page 79 of 202 (39%)
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was an anonymous little poem in which I saw the idea, years ago. It
struck me at the time as being a singularly happy one. I think I can repeat a stanza or two of it." GOD'S LIGHT-HOUSES. When night falls on the earth, the sea From east to west lies twinkling bright With shining beams from beacons high, Which send afar their friendly light. The sailors' eyes, like eyes in prayer, Turn unto them for guiding ray: If storms obscure their radiance, The great ships helpless grope their way. When night falls on the earth, the sky Looks like a wide, a boundless main; Who knows what voyagers sail there? Who names the ports they seek and gain? Are not the stars like beacons set, To guide the argosies that go From universe to universe, Our little world above, below? On their great errands solemn bent, In their vast journeys unaware Of our small planet's name or place Revolving in the lower air. |
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